AWAKENING
Awakening of the Spirit,
Flows from the word of God,
Searching down into my being,
Channeled as a lightning rod.
Searching out sin, as a cancer,
Where it flourishes and hides,
Searing and cleansing each crevice,
From within, where it abides.
It consures contamination
That's hidden and living there,
Replaces with Holy Spirit,
Given over to His care.
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: peacefullyabiding
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