My Place Is Not Here

I have fallen dead to this world,
Their words are deaf on my ears. 
Protected by armor,
And I know You are here. 

Please keep my eyes innocent, 
And keep my actions clean,
May the Holy Spirit, 
Never have to grieve inside me.

I have no time for fears,
For this place is not my home
It is on the earthen land,
I temporary roam. 

Reveal to me my path,
Show me the plan,
For I am Your child, 
Not a slave to the man.

I praise you, Lord,
Author of my days,
My magnificent God,
Glory to you always.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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