I am divine
I am designed and sanctified by his grace
I am his image
I say this not to impress
For in the beginning man he formed
Man and woman created he them
Glory fell short as Adam grew older
Wiser they say is he who comes
Comes with his mindset attuned to the Glory of the king
The king who brags not about bling
He speaks and his word protrudes forth like the sting
The sting the sting of a wasp
It comes quick and is deadly
And can definitely drive one crazy
selah...
That is my God my father my root my mother
He is as I am
Or I am as he is
For after his image and likeness was I formed
I am his epitome of glory
I am his valuable splendor
I am an over comer ...a victor
I am his creation I am his son
Yes I am....
©Paths, 2016
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