Who's your papa
Who's your papa
Who's your papa now
Purified by fire
Darkness turns to light
Heaven dances
As they come
Into
Sight...
What's your kingdom
What's the kingdom
For which kingdom do we plough
One that brings the glory
Sharing in the crown
Heavy laden
My Spirit
Sets you
Free...
What's the cost
What's the cost
What's the cost to me
Seventy times seven
The blinded will see.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Prophetic warning in a poem. Nicely done
Valiantstar, there is a beautiful sense of movement here...from fire, to light, to freedom, to forgiveness. I especially enjoyed the repeated questions, which invite the reader to examine where their allegiance truly lies and what it costs to follow that path. And after all that kingdom, crown, and Spirit talk, I suppose there is only one remaining question...who's your daddy, now? 🤣🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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