Thursday, July 5, 2018

I Will Not Bow



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You don’t know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box. 
I’m not about to waste a single drop.
I will not bow to your expectations.
I will not bow to your manipulations.
I will not bow to the idol that you tried to make me.
I will no longer “fake me”
Cause it’s taken a lifetime to awake me.
And I’m not about to forsake me.

The me that I have just begun to find
The me that is wholly mine
To give away as a LIVING sacrifice
Only I know the true price
I’ve had to pay
Along the way
So, come what may
I will not bow to another
Not one single “other”
Cause all else are just idols
And I’m done with performance recitals
Though life is a stage
There’s another war to wage
Behind the scenes
One for which I give my entire being
Just to live fully aware of my oneness
And the doneness
Of my intimacy with my Lord
So, I throw all else but Him overboard
And I draw my Sword,
The Apple of My Eye
For which I don’t even have to try
To engage with by struggle
I can’t even be subtle
Cause I’m so in love with Him
I can’t even begin
To describe
I just continue to abide
And release all the lies
As I cling to my Liberating Truth
Bearing the fruit
Of intimacy
To the measure of infinity.

You don’t know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box. 
I’m not about to waste a single drop.
I will not bow to your expectations.
I will not bow to your manipulations.
I will not bow to the idol that you tried to make me.
I will no longer “fake me”.
Cause it’s taken a lifetime to awake me.
And I’m not about to forsake me.
I WILL NOT BOW.
NOT NOW.
NOR EVER.



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