Years we have watched with our hands over our mouths for the foolish time you have been calling. With bags of decietful unbalanced wieghts, and scales. Knowing the while who was up to no good. To spread the infection, and justify the reasoning for the malice acts. The house of Jacob opened the red door for all. Jacob full of shame, and sin just as the ones who filled the gaps in the hinges. Pregnant moans, and groans from the attack of the gall stones. Only thing to quince the thirst is a sponge filled extension of vinegar water.

Wounded for transgressions, and allowance of personal destruction. Your skin broken for stripes. Unwelcome feelings are no longer a stranger  for being smacked across the country for your reckless behavior. Scattered in the field standing next to the government becoming food. Grabbed with their unwashed filthy hands there is no exit.

Poured out life until death, and still regarded as a criminal. There has been no rules, or goals set for the lost. Jacob given visions of shortcomings in advance. Remember who has strict nined-nsaid you for the new life. Refurbished for security given stability, and faithfulness. When your sould is crushing Jacob will know who to call on for help. Those from te coast will not have seen, or hear my Name among the Nations. Your life becoming booty for putting your trust in me.

Feeling the heat from the old life before transformation. Sewn up like an instrument, and pressed flassened. Be on guard always to remember when no one would speak to you. Forgiveness is soon to come, and reconciliation. The gate will be shut after you have received your gift of life. How disrespectful it is towards those who bore you to welcome death.

By @youthofnations

I hope this helps you in the process. This is geared towards the younger crowd, and I have had my oldest daughters' read through my works to see if this peaked her crowds type, and interest. Yes, I could have not done this on my own. I have been blessed having the Spirit poured into me throughout this transition in my life. I hope some of it is comical, and to be taken not so serious. My youngest daughter's laugh has a real pull on me. Happy Reading.

Thanks for reading, Danielle

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