A poem

I haven't shared anything in a while, so I thought I would share a poem I wrote sometime this semester, I don't remember exactly when.

I am the upper hand.
I am the conquerer.
with a deftness only the bloodied man
can know, I purge you from the land of
the broken.New creation, arise and
don't look back. You will not wither
for I sustain you.You will not be cut down
for I have stayed the executioners hand.
No, don't look back
to that winter. Spring
brings with it the
taste of all things new.
Go out and live as was intended.
Naked, void of pretense;
free to live in obedience in the reality
of My love for you.
This is not possible, it only ever is.
"I am who I am"
now go be who you must be in light of this.