glasshouse

she doesn’t get the peace

that makes her breathe with ease.

when her surroundings is shattering glass.

she used to dwell inside a glasshouse 

quiet as a mouse: ready and steady 

leaning on self not the God of Wealth.

her ‘prosperity’ is a mockery in the 

destructive construction of her savage

crooked steps, as a mistake of fake 

in her breaking law of average marriage.

she came to that building with no godly wings

on a mission and sole permission to snag

the lag of unaware pants in a man of status.

her original eye candy target was in worship.

he shut her down, causing her to frown 

so she moved on to a man in Atlanta. 

she flew back and forth putting in her time

to position her condition to marriage 

but that man ended things because of God 

shining light on the dark of her sparked facade.

word around that building with no godly wings

knew she could sing but she leads to stings. 

she quickly got: hit it and quit it misfit image.

in the winter of two thousand fourteen 

her eyes fixed on a new prize that saw her lies.

the no’s that man gave her wasn’t enough. 

she messaged him on social media: her please

to be the she that he sees as godly in pleas.

he stuck with his decision to say no to her show

so she moved onto the man that got kicked out 

there were rumors, but gossip isn’t of God.

time will expose the erode of her facades 

like now in her unavoidable exposure to allow

her final bow from the hallow swallow 

foul decision of her self inflicted incision 

to chase in the deface in her two strand

quicksand marriage that everyone avoids.

she stands on a rage of caged wages on the stage

singing in the distress of the messy flesh. 

she doesn’t get the peace

that makes her breathe with ease.

when her surroundings is shattering glass.

she used to dwell inside a glasshouse 

quiet as a mouse: ready and steady 

leaning on self not the God of Wealth.

the worship team isn’t covered by the Spirit 

of the Creator who is far greater as the Maker.

not everyone on that stage connects to God

like her who’s being exposed to the darkness 

that intentionally shadows her moves 

in the slips of her now immobile hips. 

she is no longer stronger in hiccups 

because God paused the cause of her pitfall. 

her hidden glasshouse is on full display 

from the decay’s of her yesterday’s and 

her sorrows of no tomorrow’s: the last jar.

her trance to make those believe she’s Holy. 

she’s lonely in her phony darkness of ugly. 

the man she snagged in her savage marriage 

after four months last year is in stillness gear.

she’s in great fear because the Light of Christ

is shining bright on all that’s wrong inside. 

singing in flesh is causing distressed messes.

our gifts are designed to be aligned to the

leadership of the Holy Spirit. when we walk

in the sleepwalk of our flesh, gifts are messes.

like this woman as a married worship singer.

the slums in her sins are ringing stingers.

being a black tee leader is supposed to bring

souls as potential believers not flesh achievers.

she’s always stationed in the corner as a loner.

she’s a default leader due to the hue of 

her untrue two strand savage marriage.

leaders are biblically called to set others free

not make confused in fused ruses fleeing blindly.

she doesn’t get the peace

that makes her breathe with ease.

when her surroundings is shattering glass.

she used to dwell inside a glasshouse 

quiet as a mouse: ready and steady 

leaning on self not the God of Wealth.

she’s constantly wearing the cloak of invisibility 

unintentionally, but she’s called to be unseen. 

no one celebrates her as her missus title. 

no one remembers she’s legally bound 

by the slums of her sinful pounds to this man.

this man was desired and liked before 

her paws and claws hooked his sexual flaw. 

this man is barely pictured, but she’s unseen.

her chase for popularity in the barbarity 

by her black tee is an idol like that man.

this man landed in her quicksand due 

to his bondage that held him hostage:

combusted lust that’s now radiated rust.

he drunkenly sleepwalked bamboozled 

in this chalked savage marriage. 

her glasshouse is a mouse that trapped him in 

the disobedient spat of her lying magnified sins.

misguided by her divided pride uncontrollably 

in her combusted lust of distrusted rust.

humans are ashes to ashes and dust to dust. 

the Creator who is far greater is the Maker

who allows all if the pitfall is giving our all.

she sang for a sermon last night with strife.

hiding inside but her cold old is exposed.

she’s been in her own sinful looped troop.  

she thought she outsmarted Constant One. 

the same message last night was said

in the eleventh month of twenty-fifteen

where she uncontrollably fanned herself

out of the biblical conviction to correction. 

same space, same message, different pastor.

changing her last name didn’t change 

the arrange in her estranged legal season

as a biblical reason on who the Maker is.

God is a patient God. Every knee bows.

she doesn’t get the peace

that makes her breathe with ease.

when her surroundings is shattering glass.

she used to dwell inside a glasshouse 

quiet as a mouse: ready and steady 

leaning on self not the God of Wealth.

she thought she bought, and fought the title

of missus to be biblically covered after her

ungodly blinders and blunders in no Holy sun.

the wrong way will never be okay or ordained. 

wedding rings don’t guarantee God’s Wings.

queen Vashti was biblically dissolved from

her title that wasn’t made for her, and 

the woman that was called to be queen 

stepped in the role, and restoration occurred. 

her name was queen Esther not Vashti.

Vashti wasn’t made for the role that God 

removed her from biblically. she still served 

her purpose to show the king what he needs

is greater than what he actually wants. 

that’s what this woman showed to the man

she landed in her two strand quicksand 

sexually unsatisfied savage marriage. 

Leah marrying Jacob didn’t stop Rachel 

from birthing the ordained Joseph. 

Hagar giving birth to Ishmael didn’t stop

Issac from being the ordained Chosen heir.

this woman marrying the man she did

doesn’t make her the ordained Chosen. 

those that moved before her were removed too. 

it’s in the Bible. Vashti was removed.

Leah wasn’t the woman Jacob loved.

Haggai was a concubine sent away.

Ishmael was blessed not Chosen like Isaac.

Only God not humans ordain God’s Name.

she thought she outsmarted everyone 

including her husband. when everyone 

outsmarted her and played their roles. 

she’s in the dark of what others see faithfully.

God allows her scales to prevail for prophecy. 

her glasshouse is being shattered effortlessly. 

she cannot do anything about this foul.

married or not her knees will allow the bow

that allows God to step in and win 

for biblical unity & for all humanity to see

to be set free as God’s Called Community.

her glasshouse shattered completely. 

she needs to flee godly and Holy

to breathe with ease and no longer 

be stronger in the misery of the weak enemy. 

Thank you Holy Spirit.

Thank you King.

Love your lighter and daughter. 

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