I can see you Mr. Corona Virus.
There you stand, in the corner, dripping your sickness and your horror; I can feel you staring at me, my body chills as it tries to sleep; Why oh why, have you come for me? Why oh why, do you disturb my sleep? There you lurk, in the corner, hiding behind your cloak of horror; I can feel your spirit staring at me, and I can smell the gnashing of your teeth. I can feel fear falling on me, as I lie here, trembling; I can feel my bones begin to shake, And I can see your form pass before my face. Oh yes, I can smell your foul stench, a soaked up poison as my body sweats; and I can feel your icy hands, feverishly squeeze my feeble neck. Oh, and your offensive breath tries to suck the air from my lips, I can feel your sickle slide down my back, ripping my soul from my very flesh. You are the monster who hides beneath my bed, and makes it seem “as if it is all in my head.” The hair on my body stands up on end, as I come to face to face with the Spirit of Death. It’s all such a vicious attack, to be taken hostage by a physical plague and spiritual darkness. You may be the King of Disease, The crowned deceiver that replicates microbiology - but let me tell you one thing, you will NOT squeeze the light of Jesus out of me! Faith over fear is what I need - and both require for me to believe in something that I can not see. Let me tell you this, Mr. Corona Virus, you may be an infamous worldly king, but you do NOT have authority over me! You will NEVER be my king! You see, I know that you exist; and I know that you are NOT just a trick; But what you don’t know, is that my spirit is NOT transfixed. No. I am not bewitched! I do not lie here motionless, even if I completely lose my breath! I live and breathe by the Word of God, and Christ, my king, has defeated sin and death! I will not cave, nor run away. I brace myself in truth of God; and I stand ready to sound the Maranatha cry! Oh, yes, Mr. Corona Virus- I have felt your poisonous sting; it’s a bite I will never forget. The infection grew without remorse, and before I knew it, I was almost yours. But My God had another plan; He made a way for me to come back and breath again. And as a Child of God, I know how to fight against thee, with strong hands and strengthened knees, I bow my head and pray for Jesus to intercede. I have heard your death toll ring, you have killed much of humanity. And you have made a way to replicate fear, your darkness spreads far and near. Loneliness has become pandemic, families have been divided, and the nations have become extremely violent! And humans do what we know well, we point and blame and cast our spells. But what many seem to easily forget, is that Jesus came to conquer sin and death; and His testimony is being proclaimed in every nation across the earth! Oh yes, death has lost its sting, for those who know Christ their King; they will stand face to face with God, the Creator of Heaven and earth and He will see the blood of Christ His Son. So Mr. Corona Virus, even though you are sharpening your blade, I stand on the Word of God and order you to put it away. I stand firm on the gospel of peace, and I am fastened to the shield of faith. You see, Mr. Corona Virus, even if you take my body, you will NEVER be My God! You can try to take my temporary life, but you CANNOT have my permanent birth right! My spirit does not need oxygen. My spirit is part of the Glory of God! You, Mr. Corona Virus, are a dead plague walking. All you are is a satanic stronghold! I have news for you, The Day of the Lord is coming soon! My Savior will destroy you with His very breath, and He will knock that crown off your head! So Mr. Corona Virus, You can put your sickle away, because I am a Child of God, and I am here to stay! Did you think you could take my soul? You must not have fear of the Lord! Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom - and my relationship with Christ is better than any religion! So while fear may be lurking in the corner, but My Faith in God is so much more! You see, I am a first fruit - and I will NEVER trade a lie for the truth! The truth is I was given a gene of faith, and I have God’s spiritual DNA. Only a fraction of hearts express this gene, only a fraction of hearts have good soil to grow the faith mustard seed. Oh Father, hear my cry, I know You, Yahweh are the Creator of All! I will trust and believe, regardless of any act or miracle! I pray this gospel message, the Good News of Christ, our rightful King, spreads rapidly, so that we are rescued from the evil one.
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