Excess love! So much love,it made me puff To be called a son of God The ABBA bond it was so strong The words of your servant "Call back the sinners, Awaken the saints" and then little but little I caved little by little I layed Not in his green pastures but in back in the world's vain! And after not just days nor even weeks It finally dawned I was falling Was about to hit rock bottom But just not fallen And for months I asked How do I return? The ways of this world again seemed fun I couldn't handle that process of purpose no more
And finally I left! Or so i thought In a position I no longer functioned Tormented! Day and night tempted! In the valleys it was so lukewarm I kept on asking: 'How much more of this spirikoko will I form? Lord,You and I know I no longer burn!' But He'll say Falling,not Fallen!
My spirituality became like concoction It wasn't jollof it wasn't plain white I became a mixed breed My mind was a daily battle ground Sundays was a reminder of the devils triumph Filling a position you administer duties yet neglecting the manifestation it's spiritual functions Seeking power without the true presence of God Wallowing in the mud
Then I thought; I don't deserve Him His blood I can't afford His love is too much The pain I cause him I shouldn't live no more
Zebulun of Elyon🔥 FALL series #TheLazarusEffect
