Singular

she fights to cling to His Sight.

His Sight doesn’t seem right,

and currently doesn’t match prophecy

or so she believes due to the hue of tangibility.

she cannot fathom that man not being

what she seen, or made him to be

due to the hue of tangibility.

she has to be right because of her sight.

she fights in the plight of the steps that man made.

it’s a hiccup she’s tripped up in singular form.

she has to have all the answers according

to prophecy shown and what she knows.

but her King that makes her soul sings

has her in the moment to moment of unknown.

she doesn’t like the path of this faith based math.

I’m in a space of clinging to His grace to grace. I’m in the space of clinging to the attitude of gratitude. I’m in the space of selecting the perspective of floating off the boat by clinging to His hope. I’m in the space of struggling to surrender the disgraces of past mistakes by staying singular form. I’m no longer singing in the wrong, or my solo throng isolating beast song. I realized it’s yeast in a pitfall of distracting falls preventing me from giving God my all. I know I’m called to be His scene, because I’m His she and her created for His Stir.

she feels safe by saying it’s too late.

she feels control in the singular form patrol.

she doesn’t want to let go of what’s known.

she doesn’t want to see she was wrong.

she doesn’t want that man to be different,

or the possibility of him always waiting.

that’s impossible because of the hue of tangibility.

the evidence doesn’t lie and actions are louder.

the case is strong to see toxicity has to be key.

the case should be dismissed.

I realized my brain is wired like a scientific lawyer, which is ironic because I don’t believe in evolution. I believe truths are only found in the Holy Bible. I refuse to even entertain the nonsense that I have genetic evolutionary connection to ancestry tied to a monkey. That’s not in the Bible. I find that completely absurd. I truly do my best to submit to the Holy Spirit when I see I can put my foot in my mouth with this subject. I’m getting older, and I realized I’m passionate about unity, biblical truth, and I love sisterhood. That’s why I fight to be in love always, especially in the most challenging moments. Love is the key to freeing everybody to see picking up the Cross of Calvary is all the security we as humanity will ever need.

the third month of the sixteenth day

she was released from the charter beast of decay’s.

she stood her ground in righteous sounds,

and found pounding in people’s pain was in vain.

she sees to truly be set free, she must believe

and climb that mountain by walking that valley.

to gain God’s way in the gift of Today

she said yes to math of His narrow path.

she said yes to the shelter in divine separation.

she doesn’t regret the results of God’s Prospect.

she doesn’t understand the visions of that man,

but she’s walking through clinging to God’s yes.

Biblically wisdom is addressed as she or her, and God made women she’s and her’s. Women are God’s carefully crafted creation. Women are God’s daughters. God thinks highly of His daughters, therefore God has the highest for His daughters. The higher the blessing the longer the narrow path to His ordained math takes. As a woman, I’m now in the headspace of wanting His way above the shortcuts of my delays, and my fearful attempts that causes messes He later turns into His messages. I’m in the space to be done doing the facade of playing my own limited god. I’m walking through the space of letting go of the throng disgrace of singular form patrolling in limited control.

she sees the broken routines of society.

she’s and her’s are raised to believe

they must achieve marriage as security.

the only security that truly frees us is lifting

the Cross of Calvary to die in self,

and be revived walking in God’s Wealth.

God’s Wealth is righteousness and Holy health.

Holy health is the narrow path to His correct math.

Holy health is walking through the broken weeds

that took away the space of grace to grace,

and created the pale scales blinding us

to combust in lust in the rewinded time of our minds.

she grew up seeing women put a man above all.

she served in a church where fornication was ignored

if the pockets and status of the man benefited the church.

she’s tired of the wiring of brokenness.

she fought and clawed her way to God’s gift

in the deliverance from her hinderances.

she’s unsure about marriage and baby carriages,

because brokenness isn’t what she wants

for her kin.

she wants righteousness for the next generation.

It’s so important for women to understand it’s not about a job or a man. It’s about loving on God, and loving on people around us. That’s ultimate security, and everything else is temporary confetti that will never take away our empty. It’s a drone clone in singular form. Revealing what’s been concealed internally is healing and freeing externally. Sisterhood is very important to the core of who a woman is created to be. Sisterhood is accountability, which is the road to growth and maturity.

there’s this sadness of

how everything played out thus far.

there’s an ugliness she can’t stop seeing.

there’s no joy or excitement about falling in love.

there’s cringing and fear

of doing what she grew up seeing.

there’s unspoken anxiety about screwing up

with the beautiful gift of having children.

there’s so much angst about what’s next.

she just wants her pull out and that’s it.

that’s all she’s in the space for.

it should be over according to her.

she feels like she’s healed from all

so why is the sheltered pitfall still here?

she doesn’t understand why it’s still occurring,

but her purity is secured and that’s important.

her heart is secured in His safe wings

not tripped up in wrong wedding rings that sting.

she cannot do a wrong marriage.

she cannot have premarital sex.

she cannot live with a man that’s not her husband.

she doesn’t know if she can do this walk

purely without remaining in singular form.

being in singular form is a guarantee

to stay pure, and walk the narrow path of God’s math.

she’s so afraid, and just wants to be His Renegade.

There’s a vast difference between sisterhood of the world’s standards, and God ordained sisterhood. Every woman that’s currently in my personal space was a divine encounter of God. I know with conviction they will stay in my life, because those that aren’t meant to be in my space anymore aren’t. I’m truly thankful for that, because I was tired of being shielded and guarded around souls I knew were never truly for me. I was tired of being around dysfunction, and brokenness that was truly harmful for my growing existence. It’s only the grace of God that’s kept me alive all this time. We must be transformed from the deliverance of being singular me. Singular me is toxicity, and absently stagnant in dividing misery. We are truly better together, but the brokenness of the world has so many beautiful souls blinded and lusted in lost. Singular must combust to birth together for unity to breathe completely in humanity. We are a multiple parts community called to be one body for all eternity.

it’s all a lot.

she can’t fathom what’s being seen supernaturally.

it’s so challenging to believe.

it’s so challenging to receive.

it seems impossible to achieve.

she’s fighting to cling to God’s Security.

she’s fighting to have peace in letting go

of her safe space of singular form.

I cannot believe I’ll be 35 in six weeks—I feel like I’m getting old. I never saw much of my future, which was why I thought once upon a time I was going to die young. God still wants me here, and God calls the shots in my life. I don’t know what God has for me or what God will do next, but I do know my security is solely in trusting God above all else—especially my safe space of singular form. I trust God above my fears, and I choose to walkthrough everything that puts me in knots:

that man and whatever is meant to be.

the pending exit date of this sheltered pitfall.

the trusting God won’t allow the wrong people around me ever again.

how to handle the souls that I’m genetically connected to.

how to handle this current education season.

how to handle anything and everything.

I’m learning how to be His godly human.

I choose to kick the puddles and praise in this rain. I know only God makes a way where there seems to be no way. With everything I give God my mind, body, and soul because God is the only one that can securely and purely keep me safe—especially above the drone of my singular form. The Holy Trinity is key to security purely, and being set free.

Thank you Constant One.

Thank you Holy Ghost.

Thank you King Jesus.

Love your daughter, lighter, and fighter.

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Obsession

there’s an obsession in being selective.

there’s an obsession in being objective.

there’s a homage in the hostage of bondages.

there’s a comfort in never aborting hurt.

the duet of pain in no gain is aggressive

with the allegiance of me blinded absently.

there’s an obsession with rewinds in the mind.

it’s hard to find reasons why to let go of known.

the episode is old and cold, yet the focused zone.

drone clones are illogic and chaotic,

but the scene of lean, mean, and glean.

it’s unforeseen to remove the grooves

of teenage habitual rituals in familiarity.

teenage familiarity is struggling popularity.

struggling popularity is stagnant fantasies

that will never be what’s psychologically seen.

it’s a rat race of disgrace in the lane of ashamed,

and blocks the space of grace to grace.

Yesterday was a full day. I was blessed to enjoy wrapping up the week long open school week: where amazing parents came into the everyday world of their beautiful kids. Being in the school that I’m in for almost two months has changed me. I find myself thinking about creative ways to connect with my amazing kindergarteners. Saying that they’re cute is an understatement. I won’t mention names for protection purposes, but I will quote the things I hear all the time along with my responses to them:

“It’s so hard to listen.”

That’s life.

“I don’t like doing things I don’t like.”

Neither do I, but I do them because I’m an adult.

“I bumped my head.”

You’re not bleeding. You’re okay, shake it off.

“I want to take a nap.”

So do I, but I can’t and neither can you.

“Why can’t I just get my way?”

Life doesn’t work that way.

“I have a headache.”

Drink water.

I tell my girlfriends everyday the funniest stories like I did last night at a small get together, and they laughed with me. I love being with my girls and meeting new amazing women. They think I’m so gentle and empathetic, which I am but I’m not an enabler. I refuse to be, especially walking the current testimony that I am. That bubble of turning a blind eye, or worse not saying anything at all—has severely popped. As hard as this season is my eyes are wide open. I have an obsession to never see brokenness festered in any soul—specifically the souls that I’m always around: these beautiful five year olds. I have an obsession to never be a walking example to settling. I have an obsession to be intentional in walking my life biblically and unapologetically. I have an obsession to be the Light of Jesus Christ wherever my feet land and meet. My rededication to Jesus Christ was an activation to never allow the wrong bow in the hallow swallows of no tomorrow. My rededication to Jesus Christ rejects the offense of a strife and stressful life. My rededication to Jesus Christ is a determination to end alienation. My rededication to Jesus Christ is to be a Light that fights for what’s not right by sparking the dark to what’s been lost. My rededication to Jesus Christ abounds the sounds of being found.

there’s a war inside that cannot hide.

the days and night are joyful with fearful flight.

there’s thinking which is sinking winks that stink.

there’s a dying patrol in losing all control.

there’s an obsession to never be blindsided.

there’s an obsession to not marry the wrong man.

there’s an obsession to not jump ahead of God.

there’s an obsession of fear to not have kids.

there’s an obsession of fear to not get married.

there’s an obsession to stay isolated and single.

there’s a need for safety and consistency.

what’s been shown made feet that meet

fly away due to wrong hue decay’s of yesterday.

there’s an obsession of purpose not popularity.

there’s an obsession of the Cross of Calvary.

there’s an obsession of love, peace, and harmony.

there’s an obsession of me transforming to we.

there’s an obsession of unity for humanity

to be in love freely as the one body we are called to be.

Thank you King Jesus for it all: the good, the bad, and the down right ugly—it all set me free. Thank you King Jesus for my job, the design of my alignment, the reason in this season, and the motives in my heart becoming flesh as You Lord chisel away what’s not made to stay. Thank you King Jesus for my church, for my sisterhoods, keeping my family, and for my servant’s heart. You are enough for me Emmanuel God with us. Your love is endless, and I’m relentless in my obsession to spark the dark to those that cannot see. Love she that scribes lines of poetry, because He who lives in me is greater than the he who’s of the world. (1 John 4:4)

Serving

I’m owning the moment to only focus on feeding my love language that I showcase love: acts of service. Acts of service is His way of creating me to show love to His humans through scribing my lines of poetry. I genuinely love serving humans, because it actually brings me great joy. I’m currently serving in a kindergarten class on the east side of New York, NY. I adore all those little souls so much. They make me laugh everyday. I also love serving on Sunday’s every week in the children’s ministry at my local church. I just joined another ministry: sisterhood that I’m excited to start on Sunday with some beautiful women that I’m growing deeper sisterhoods with. I’m passionate about unity and sisterhood, so I’m exactly where God needs me to be as His she that He set free, especially because He who lives in me is greater than he who lives in the world. (1 John 4:4) This scripture verse is growing to become one of my favorites as I draw closer to my King that makes my soul sing.

she’s done.

she doesn’t care about anything

pertaining to her.

she can’t fathom His Stir will ever occur

because the pause of His Cause is forever lost

to her that prefers this he + He + her to not happen.

too many strides in that best last first bite life

with the hype that has more cold loopholes

than ordained godly behold unfolds.

God’s he is very clever and witty

that the blind can’t see his toxicity clearly.

God dismantled the handle of her scandals.

God cancelled the toxicities in her ideologies.

God walked her through the breakthroughs

through her limited curfew to see His Virtue.

I don’t believe I want to get married or have children anymore. The world terrifies me. People are cruel and my heart can’t take anymore. I’ll be an emotional basket case giving birth to children that I cannot guarantee their health and safety? I’ll have a heart attack everyday probably. Being in this kindergarten class has opened my eyes to how hard being a parent is. My eyes are opened to how hard marriage is. My eyes are just opened and I’m rattled. Being single is so safe. My heart is protected and I can’t have an ulcer being someone’s mom. I’m okay with staying in this space God. Amen.

It doesn’t matter if God’s he is different,

because he’s fraudulent and belligerent.

God talked her by walking her from sins

to godly wins transforming from the norm

in abnormality by society’s conformity.

The habitual rituals in the contingency

in popularity is a barbiturate hinderance.

God’s he was all about this fast lane lame way.

There’s deliverance in obedience and stillness.

two different souls that don’t see the same land.

God’s he chooses quicksand.

God’s her chooses the deliverance.

Yesterday bestie my jelly and I (I’m her peanut butter :)) got into a tiff that excited me! For one, I didn’t become incredible hulkita (that’s my version for she’s and her’s.) I was really mature about her roundabout way of me trying to figure out what the heck she was rambling about. Bestie jelly, aka Jojo* wasn’t in the greatest mood yesterday but glory to God in the highest that she walked through revelations last night that freed her on a deeper level. I’m really proud to call her sister and bestie. We’ve come a very long way in our sisterhood where we can have healthy disagreements now. I don’t snap, I don’t walk away, and instead I am prayerfully patient to the best of my ability by the submission of the Holy Spirit. She does have the ability to get under my skin, and I have the same ability as well. However, we are both evolving to be better. There’s peace and harmony in unity.

she thinks her King that makes her soul sing

is attempting to correct what she neglected

by pressing resume on His Select.

she created the space of grace to grace her way.

she didn’t consult the authority or sovereignty of God.

all day there’s been details from Heaven that prevailed.

what she’s trying to cling to is not His Virtue.

Today’s devotional study this morning was such a sharpening, and eye opening revelations of me understanding there’s a time and a place for everything. This is my fourth year walking in rededication to fully walk with Jesus by serving with a 100% heart. I’m doing a few devotions currently. The devotional that pierced me is called “Kingdom do’s and don’ts: Disciple Makers Series,” and the words that forever changed my life are: “be careful not to correct something that God isn’t working on. God corrects two to three things at a time.” I was done with my whole existence to the point I reflected on every time I opened my mouth on things the Holy Spirit has revealed to me about others. I never in my life thought about praying on delivery, and if it’s even time yet to speak on what I’ve been shown until I read those words. I spent this entire Friday feeling done with being the human Crysta my way. I walked through work prayed up, but I was like okay Jesus you have to take the wheel, because I’m still reeling from that piercing this morning. As always God with us showed out, and covered me like He always does. I was serving with a faithful kingdom heart all thanks to my King that makes my soul sing.

she has expectations that aren’t His Dedications.

she’s serving her King that makes her soul sing.

she’s telling her King that she doesn’t want ready rings,

because they sting and aren’t His Safe Wings.

she sees He’s walking her through her pain

with godly gain which propels her well into her purpose.

she sees she clings to her temporary being forever.

she sees she’s willing her shelter is better.

she sees she’s willing single with no mingle.

she sees she’s fearful not full of hopeful faith.

she sees despite the strife at night.

she chooses to lose the world boldly not coldly

by being the Light of Jesus Christ to stand & fight.

she sees she’s growing in trust and humility.

she sees God calls the shots and holds the keys.

she sees she’ll just be in the moment serving.

Thanks for leading me to the amazing devotionals that you do Holy Trinity that set me free.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

Here’s a picture of another fav devo: Stronger than the Struggle. ❤️

*names changed for privacy purposes.

Vine


she doesn’t know what He’s doing 

but she clings to His divine vine.

His vine prevents her defense

from replaying the decay’s of her mind.

it’s a disenchanted scandal that He cancelled.

His vine prevents the offense 

of selecting oppression 

instead of speaking freeing confessions.

Many souls grew cold in waiting for His unfold.

Patience feels like a hinderance 

or an inconvenience not His deliverance.

Daddy, I’ve come to a space where I’m over a lot. You show me a lot and you use me to be a light that fights to spark what’s done in the dark. It’s so interesting and a pleasant surprise that today’s demise has been “rescheduled.” And it was much needed to have that conversation with my Earthbound daddy. The space he’s now in is so refreshingly healthy that it inspires me. I’ll stay prayed up for the souls that are dangerously close to giving up from receiving what is hard to believe: deliverance in their wilderness. My Earthbound daddy gave me such sound wisdom today: Crysta you can’t tell God how to be God in your life. You just have to walk through what He has for you. My Earthbound daddy is right. I repent Constant One and thank you for correcting me by wrecking me to be aligned to your divine design. 

they’re scrambling to undo these ungodly hues.

this can’t be erased from the disgrace space

they must face, because of the misguided lies.

a phone call won’t conquer this pitfall.

this scale failed and His sovereignty prevailed.

they realized their lies can’t magnify God’s design.

they realized they can’t flip a six for a nine.

they realized that she never stopped dwelling 

in the security of His pure vine intuitively.

she let go of known. 

she let go of the patrol of her control. 

she says yes to His behold unfolding.

she says yes to His supernatural ways

to obey in the gift of today.

she hasn’t forgotten His begotten:

The Cross of Calvary that set her free faithfully. 

she sees God is hope and trust.

she sees she won’t fearfully combust.

she’s prayerfully trusting God working 

in the she’s who’s hearts are fearful and heavy.

I was bold enough to tell my Earthbound daddy that it’s nice to see him be alert and sober. My Earthbound daddy laughed and agreed. The greatest light is shining in my Earthbound daddy through the darkest hue he’s thriving through. I’m really proud of my Earthbound daddy and it’s refreshing to see my prayers be answered. This gives me greater hope that all my prayers will be answered God’s Way not my way. All I have to do is continue to fix my eyes on the prize of Jesus Christ. All I have to do is continue to float off the boat in hope, and not be tripped up by the hiccups of wrong thinking winking sinking. Thank you Constant One for trusting me with all that you do. Lord I continue to cling in your vine and virtue. Love your daughter and your she whom you set free. 

daily


she writes to her he daily.

she sees vulnerability is key

to he + He + her growing intimately.

she’s shy, dorky, and clumsy.

her he brings that side alive intricately.

she scribes bravely for he’s her safety.

she let go of the cancelled scandal show.

she no longer wants to hide or lie what’s inside.

she walked through the shaky

and the maybe that her he thinks she’s crazy.

she walked through the shady feeling

that her he isn’t all in to win against sin

with her in this God’s Stir to occur biblically.

daily she lines her why’s to write

about her stake of fake and release that beast.

she’s sheltered forever by her protectors:

he + He + (her who’s me.)

she confesses in her he’s letters

to weather this distressing sector.

daily she’s open to His Behold to unfold

and be undone for her beautiful he to come.

daily she sees he’s a fruitful seed

she believes he will lead them faithfully

as the head of their household.

she grows in the glow of God’s Flow,

and leaps to be better together

in their Kingdom three strands episodes.

she questions societal downloads,

because they pause His cause

for many beautiful souls are lost.

she wonders if she’s really enough

to give all these worldly habits up.

daily she chooses to lose the world.

daily she walks as a daughter of faith not slave.

daily she waits in stillness for deliverance.

daily she grows in comfort to see

who her King created her to be

whole and healthy to walk in purpose freely.

she’s released all the weeds that made her bleed,

but then there’s the insecurities

of not knowing what her he wants or needs.

at sixteen she made a mental switch to hide

who she’s really supposed to be inside,

because the world walks in pride and lies,

which made her want to die by the misguides.

daily she fights to cling to her King in His Wings.

daily she fights to float off the boat to look to hope.

daily she fights to be the Light of Jesus Christ.

daily she fights to spark the dark for love

and unity to be the opportunities in humanity.

she never knew how to be around her he,

so she ran cowardly & scared in layers of fears.

she’s been blessed to select confess not oppress.

the past five months was a dark tunnel

with the brightest light leading to total freedom.

she’s undone because His Love has won

by the Cross of Calvary setting her free.

her heart had to break so God

can take away what’s not made to stay.

daily she walks by faith not sight.

daily she rejects the plight of a strife life.

daily she believes in the promises of

he + He + her equaling God’s Stir to occur.

daily she grows in love and waits

for her he + He Kingdom Math to come to pass.

Only God ordains to represent His Great Name.

Lullaby


a lullaby is a guide 

& a high that fades in days. 

a lullaby aligns with prideful lies

and makes us die on the inside.

a lullaby is a self-made melody 

to musically flee in toxicity intentionally.

this is a throng in the wrong song:

as a replay decay of yesterday.

as a sorrow of no tomorrow

to make the stake of fake break,

shake, and combust in a daze 

full of lust crazed in a clouded maze. 

if God didn’t write the lullaby 

then that lullaby is a rabbit-hole goodbye.

this haze is a radioactive ricochet 

counting down in disobey that will never be 

godly opportunities to be set free. 

she saw the raw domino effect 

in the disrespectful select of this defect.

there’s many she’s that chose

to erode in self-made lemonade.

there’s many she’s that defaced

their sacred space of empty for broken confetti.

there’s many she’s that wanted 

to take what God says will always be for me.

there’s many she’s that thought they bought

prevail in their scales that ultimately caused 

the fall in their pitfalls by pausing 

His All and playing dismaying epic fail.

she who is me went into that old building

that now has no godly wings just stings: very aware.

she received what took 3-4 years to believe:

her he that God says is for she who is me 

is ready and free to walk their destiny faithfully.

she sees supernatural messages comes 

in numerical scenes effortlessly for prophecy.

she’s who is me is the her 

in God’s Stir: he + He + her,

which will occur because God concurs.

she sees her he walking through his breakthroughs: 

supernaturally boldly not coldly to be

the salt of the Earth not flee in fury chaotically.

she sees that her King that makes her soul sing

is writing and reviving a three strand lullaby 

that magnifies marriage is a ministry 

to compassionately edify God’s Kingdom.

the full circle is prophetic to kinetically

reflect God’s intellect was always correct.

the full circle moments were bigger than 

the trigger of god-complex facade sabotages.

the full circle is a reminder why God is Higher.

the full circle is aligned to the obedience 

in godly purposeful allegiance 

to pick up the Cross of Calvary 

and represent the body is for all humanity in unity.

she received what took 3-4 years to believe:

her he that God says is for she who is me 

is ready and free to walk their destiny faithfully.

she sees supernatural messages comes 

in numerical scenes effortlessly for prophecy.

she’s who is me is the her 

in God’s Stir: he + He + her,

which will occur because God concurs.

nothing can stop going with God’s flow

to grow and glow for His Kingdom soul catching show.

one day all souls will know and own 

their name not spin in their forgiven sins.

the stinks of mix drinks think and sink,

is a solitary confinement to deflect His Alignment.

the price was paid for those cheap lemonades

to walk the talk of being His Renegade.

she wants all full circle moments to happen, 

because she knows God is in all these moments.

he + He + her is the lullaby that’s unfolding.

the Holy Trinity is the key to being set free.

Thank you Heavenly Father.

Thank you Holy Spirit.

Thank you King Jesus.

Love your 

daughter,

lighter,

& fighter.

Survival


Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

she who is me is finally free faithfully.

she who is me spent quarter two

walking through her blues to be fine tuned.

she who is me spent the last three months

walking through her unsafe combusts.

she who is me spent thirty-three years 

in a self-protective survival mode gear.

she who is me spent the last three months

facing her hurts to have godly prosperous worth.

she who is me spent the last three months

isolated from the souls that made her grow old.

she felt like a dark-light that was dying inside

being misguided by lies and jealous pride.

Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

she who is me spent the last three months

becoming healthy biblically & unapologetically.

she who is me needed to be away from “family.”

Emmanuel God with us is family

because He died on the Cross of Calvary for me.

she who is me was connected to brokenness.

she who is me is thankful for her deliverance.

three years ago: she who is me rededicated her life back

to the Light of Jesus Christ to stand and fight.

she who is me is finally around souls 

that are healthy, and for her to grow

& glow by going with God’s flow.

she who is me sees her father

is fighting to be better in His Everlasting Lighting.

she who is me moves in by the Spirit only.

the Spirit is apart of the Holy Trinity divinity:

Father • Son • Spirit for souls to be set free

from the Cross of Calvary in unity lovingly.

the Spirit is known as the Holy Ghost & Holy Spirit.

the Holy Ghost says her Earth father is better.

the Holy Ghost shows her she must

be careful with all the others souls around her.

she who is me dwells in the realm of supernatural only.

she who is me isn’t afraid of separation 

from souls that don’t walk in His Dedication.

Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

she who is me sees family is who God calls me to. 

she who is me says yes to her King(s) protectively 

to aggressively cover my space in His Race.

she who is me no longer sees survival mode

as her unspoken code that was cold not bold.

she who is me allows the bow to freedom faithfully.

she who is me allows he + He to lead me

because he + He + her is God’s Stir to occur.

she prays, obeys, and waits biblically.

he’s her Adam and she is his Eve effortlessly.

God is bigger than this resolving dark storm trigger. 

Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

Survival mode is now her supernatural Revival.