Witness Poem by Lori Bergman

Check yo Spirit.. that's is,
if you expect me to go near it..
The dark? I don't fear it.
My energies repelling unclean entity's, for centuries
But we can be like him, wiped clean, your sin.
Sold it? Nah....still your soul. That only you win.
Not many me's, in this world of men
I'm high on gifts from the father.
Got substance, don't bother.
My conscience in Christ.
I don't gather with mice.
Cut all my defects its no longer my vice.
I got plans to raise us, hell's fire can't braze us.
Jesus is coming, amaze us oh brethren.
Bended knee bloody and bruised. Yet..
His salvation renews. In my heart yah is dwelling.
I'm speaking his news. Demons are killing. Paid up to the shilling. Devil be dealing. His sentence he sealing. Dreams of your bones he be pealing, till God busts thru this glass ceiling. Have the devil reeling. Irked by the feeling he will always be kneeling. It's truth I be dealing.
Sent from Source.. different color horse, of course I'm coarse. My Savior captains this course. Teaching his ways cause. News flash.. I pass on this course. A++ to the Alpha = --0mega to the 17th and 45th power. It's that hour. Posts are lit. With his oil and flint. Devil can't scorch it. I'm obliged the father considered me his torch. Forever be it. Just rocking with Jesus sipping tea on his father's porch.