Dréezy

Mentally,

Physically,

Spiritually, &

Emotionally.

My sacred towers, stand their ground.

Surrounding the temple, which is my being,

No attack.

Nor weapon formed against them shall prosper.

I proved that to myself.

Every battle,

Though hopeless,

I’ve emerged triumphant.

Anoint my head with oil in the shape of a cross,

And lead me to his throne; so I may bow at his feet in thanksgiving.

Leave me to confess, and ask forgiveness for my sins,

Let me be silent and accepting, to receive his healing and his blessings.

He so loves, his forgiveness, he makes me feel safe.

He brings me a comfort, unlike any other embrace.