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Altar Call

I like to move with intention.

I don’t want anything 

occupying space 

that means me harm.


Not a person.

Not a thing—

Nothing!


But sometimes blinders give a

warped perspective of half truths 

disguised as genuine connection.


Last night, I had a disheartening 

moment that split me in 

half right before bed.


The revelation knocked the wind out of me and I felt something break on the inside.


Bile formed in the pit of my stomach 

disgust filled every fiber of my soul 

and my flesh burned with sorrow.


Somewhere between consciousness, 

I found God with outstretched arms.


Silence overwhelmed me, but 

I managed to whisper, 

“I’m ready but please don’t drop me!”


The empty void at sunrise 

challenged my spirit 

so I held a sacred “altar call”.


I had to release the

heavy weight

that didn’t belong 

around my ankles.


It was time for a spiritual 

body scan—raw, unfiltered and uncut.


What no longer served purpose

had to be EVICTED today!


I had unknowingly allowed spiritual decay 

and dark pollutants access 

through misplaced submission.


After altar call, 

I heard God say, 

“Burn it all down”—


Every idol,

every disturbing dream,

everything you thought 

you needed 

and allow

me to build it back 

from the ashes.


When I opened my spiritual eyes,

I saw the residuals of darkness lingering in a familiar faceand I struck a match

 in surrender to burn it all down!


Every lie,

every weight,

every distraction 

that sat at the foot of my bed

with malicious intentions.


I didn’t bury it in grief.

I lit it up in smoke!


Convenience was no longer needed

and potential had overstepped boundaries.


I pray…God erases every 

overextended benefit of doubt moment,

completely destroys 

every trace of existence,

and expunges every recollection of memory.


Lord, give the benediction, 

put it to death,

 and never let it resurrect—

EVER! 


Let the dead 

bury the dead.


And seal the tomb completely shut.


“May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.”

—Psalm 19:14












 

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