Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Break me with salvation,
melt me with the fire of the Holy ghost, water me
with your Holy word, mold me with your loving hands.
Thank you Father for desiring to mold me and
make me again in to a vessel of honor.
A vessel proper for the Master's use.
Father thank you for touching me with your palms and
squeezing me through each finger.
Thank you for pressing me down,
thank you for spinning me round and
round thank you for pressing me upward thank you for carving me.
I embrace the molding process, its so beautiful.
I embrace every fight, every pain, every trial, every suffering,
every tear drop, every wailing, every cleansing, every rejection.
I thank you for allowing me to be rejected.
I'm grateful for the tribulations and rejections.
It brings me closer to you Father.
Give me strength to resist anger, bitterness and
envy for the predestinated trials, pains, sufferings, rejections
that was set up just for me before the foundations of this World.
Thank you God, thank you my heavenly Father.
Shake me, pound me, press me, squeeze me, turn up the fire that
I may come forth as pure gold unto you.
Though I may suffer, I'll envy it not.
Thank you Father
Written by Kitty Darlynn Williams
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