Love Me First

Originally posted on Edensblog:
Hey beautiful people, I don’t mean to be that girl; seeing as we JUST met, but I’m going to need you to do me a favour by the end of this post. So, I came across a song and I cannot stop listening to it. It’s called “Love me first” by Nigerian Contemporary Gospel artist; Florocka. Let’s take a look at some of the lyrics shall we? Let me love me first Cause I can’t give you what I really don’t understand Let me love me first Only then can I share my heart with you After spending time to “God when?” at this mans artistry, I finally saw the picture I was being shown. As some of you must have caught on, this blog post is going to be one of the many “Love yourself” posts out there but before you roll your eyes, If you find yourself in any of the examples or categories…

No weapons

There are no obstacles To the one who is God’s tabernacle For He dwells within her, Therefore she will not be moved. She is as Zion, mountain of the Lord. She is incorruptible, born of the seed of the Word. There are no limits, To the one who is of one Spirit, Who is fashioned from the very Rock of ages, Whose voice silences the boasting of the water that rages. She rides triumphant over death and hell, She sets the captive free and locks darkness in its own cell. There are no barricades, To hold the one who broke death’s gates, And to his Ecclesia he has committed the keys, For to rule and reign after his pleasure and will. She is impenetrable and impregnable, The hounds of hell cannot prevail against her. There are no weapons That can prosper, no matter the form or fashion, For she is garrisoned on every side by the angelic, At her command,

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Just Because

I stood before the courts, Before the endless stares of my accusers. They sat ready to scorn and mock, Fingers pointed, fierce and with no love. I stood without an attorney, Who would plead on my behalf. I stood as guilty as the sky is blue, I had been selfish,  greed was my hue.  They looked menacing,  ready to devour, My sins stacked high from ceiling to floor.  I stood alone,  none came to aid me, All my wealth and glory,  all had failed me.  Friends and family were far away, Death and hell would have their day.  They pointed to a cup that hosted my grief, My days as a rapist,  a liar,  a thief.  They said,  drink up you insolent wimp, They threatened me with death’s fiery whip.  But Mercy said No. For one as the Son of Man drew near, Bruised and Broken,  he walked in without fear.. His eyes burned bright with love for me, I

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