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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