God Is Loving Me
Angel Woodland 1994 (Dimona)
This is coming from my heart
My way to release
And when the day comes and I see God I’m going to bow at his feet
I’m only 5’2 but I’ll feel mighty tall when we meet
Approach him slow as I kneel down on my knees
God I hope you know that you are all that I need
Whenever I’m feeling trapped in darkness you set me free
You I’ll always follow even when the devil tries to stop me
I got a few more years on this earth left in me
God it’s you who pulled me out of depression
Always rush to rescue me when the devil is trying to hurt me
Got rid of the haters and the fakes that were lying and hurting me
Eliminated the rumors
This Queen can’t be hassled
No hater, no fake, no snake can stop me
Throw whatever hate you want at me but I’m warning you’ll never stop me
I’m something like Jessica Meir taking off like an astronaut
Good covers me with his holiness
Now I use this gifted talent to spread it
Untouchable Last Foreign Queen
Not even the devil can stop me
In God I trust I’ve always known that I was heaven sent
Everything I say is factual
So listen up because my teachings are valuable
Used to be unknown but now I’m international
Beautiful frame and beautiful brains
Money could never compare
Family loud with the begging, quiet with the support
I’m my own inspiration, never had anyone to look up to honestly
Never needed anyone to give me a hand, this world has no more modesty
Every time I try to be heard, it's like nobody listens
People became deaf to the truth, and opened to the deceit
I hear a voice from Heaven, my sister tells me it’s me and I got this
Hebrew Israelite writer, I'm consistently constant with this content
I don't have riches, no chains, not even enough fame to flaunt it
But then I think about what god has gifted
No matter what names I am called and the hate I was hit with
I was made rich even with poverty
I'd rather be friendless than choose to be with fakes in paradise
Demons repeating in my head trying to feed me lies
Didn't work once, won't work twice
Even when my dad and mom wasn’t there for me God always was standing by
Pushed you to depression, suicidal thoughts, don't you dare die
I now know that I’m not here on accident, God has a plan for me life
And if anyone wonders why I'm so passionate, it’s because this is my life
I’ll spend my life trying to help the hurting because I’m just like them too,
If only people could see everything I’ve been thru through my eyes
Abuse, suicides and grief after my sister homicide
Greeting my sister mother with tears in our eyes
I got back to writing poems the same night that she died
A final note to her, and I wiped my eyes
All the things I’ve endured while struggling with suicide but didn’t follow through
“Hey, God, is it too soon for me to be up there with you? I'm struggling"
I know you said I have a mission but I’m suffering
But then God answered my call, and Put his hands over me
Gloom turned to sun, my salvation came suddenly
I was so busy hating myself I couldn't see that God is loving me
I love you too, I'm telling you lovingly
I’ll never again forget who I am, I was made to fight
Death to the demons who made me cry
Glory to God who saved my life
About this poem
I wrote this poem to help me and anyone else who is battling with depression and grieving the loss of a loved one to give hope that even though it hurts and your tired you will get through it and God will be right there to help you through it.
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Written on May 07, 2022
Submitted by LastForeignQueen7 on September 11, 2022
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 626 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 61 |
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