Breaking Concentration

Miles upon journey years travelled
Revolving round and round the galaxies of man’s struggle
How man made make up tries to conceal the spiritual makeup of Adams phenotype
Or how trivial it is to see man question the existence of God and not how the sun gives way to the moon
Basically, it is the fruit
Only when Adam did swallow did death and sin marry
If eve still didn’t eat it, she sure did taste in Adam
For it was in deep sleep, the side of him, the caged rib of his bone containing blood that made her…
The two was made in one flesh
The body of Christ in one set

Wait, remember the cross
The whip, the nails, the cry
Remember the shout, the thieves and the crown
Tears divided the veil that covered the sense of man
Deceit planted by the cursed angel who made pride price his downfall
But he mingled his soul with mine, dedicated his Spirit to the mercy seat
Became our High Priest
Tore my flesh off, took away my dirty melanin
He became my wardrobe, Not an Armani suit
He opened up an embrace; I wore him to the dying day

Hollup, The last day he had a heavy heart was when he was denied
O why, I am sorry Lord
For costing you much
Yet still, you paid the expensive one
Gave the expensive gift, your Spirit
Like a wind you filled me up
Every pore touched, like silver lining
My heart is aligned
We are alike,
Today we have a reason to believe in Eternity

Because you break the concentration of carnality!

© Officialmandy, 2016




  1. Wow. I believe in eternity. 1 Corinthians 15:19 (KJV) If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
    Thank you so much for this.

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