February 1, 2009
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Castle Sky King
Broken wings mended, I stretch above the fold.
No longer conformed, uncontained by the mold.
Wingspan expanded, the sun touches my shape.
The Father of lies, my purity, can no longer take.
I am purchased in red, draped in the blood.
Buried in life, I am consumed by God’s flood.
Once a waddling wonder, I now possess a graceful status.
Free flow breathing, released from the dark apparatus!
I feel peace in the storm, serenity in the wind.
The hands that hold me are ones that can defend.
Tambourines lifted, I feel the melodic, honest vibration.
You made this awkward child into a demure sensation.
All cobwebs cleaned. You removed all the debris.
In broomstick skirt, I twirl in sweet ecstasy.
I am in constant need, hands held up like a child.
My voice is lifted to the heavens. Upon this pebble, you smiled.
From a pupa to a lava to brilliant winded creation,
You have taught me from birth, your word is my foundation.
I spout out promises, the words ring thunder meaning.
With every utterance of your name your Spirit is intervening.
Your royalty and majesty my heart cannot deny,
You are the Holy One, enthroned in the Castle Sky!
Kimberly Willingham
Psalm 119:47-49
"...for I delight in your commands
because I love them. I lift up my hands to your commands, which I love,
and I meditate on your decrees. Remember your word to your servant,
for you have given me hope."
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