Black Poetry : Almighty God Send Me A Husband, Like Jesus, Holy My God, Holy

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Almighty God Send Me A Husband, Like Jesus, Holy My God, Holy



    I pray lord upon this day, pain shall not travel within my vein, I have given all I can give, I sacrifice my dignity in hopes that he would change, I given my most precious jewelry, hoping that my man will continue to love me still, I covered my self, with shame and blame, all I wanted is love, and honor with his name, oh the nights I cry, never getting it right, choosing all those things, that I though I could make right, I carry the scars upon my hand, almighty God, send me a husband the black genes of Jesus, that my children will be the prophesies of your name, Oh I am tired of this sinless pain, to be a part of my limb, who brings me to shame, selling me as the slave masters tricks, befouling my temple , just to be love, but it has come to an end, will I ever no love again. I ask of thee the torture I feel, Is it lonely are is it not knowing one that lives within. Repression of a forgotten heart, why do I fear to reach out; When there is no lonely I run in hide. I cry the sounds of the sparrow, when the dove surrounds my head.

    I ask of thee the torture I feel, is it lonely are does it not know one that lives within. Repression; off a forgotten heart; why do I fear to reach out? When there is no lonely I run in hide. I cry the sounds of the sparrow, when the dove surrounds my head.


    The Darkness rises above the sunlight;
    The cold waters above my feet;
    The battles that will bring me closure;
    The songs of my Ancestors;
    The dark gets darker;

    The soldiers walk upon the night
    to enslave my mind; I cry out loud lord
    send me a husband, who will protect me from self,
    Oh this misty formation of darkness, I lie quiet upon my
    Room, will I live to see the husband call holy, are shall I
    Die a lonely old maid, I come to you
    dear father, in this hour of lonely.


    I find peace in you dear lord, the
    only image of man, I can cling too,
    Satan has stolen, My limb, the
    earth has darken the solitude of love,
    lord send me a husband like Jesus,
    to protect me from this world call hell,
    for I have been the eyes that he may
    see, I have been the shoulder he may
    cry, I have been the feet that he shall
    lead, I have lost my identity as Queen,
    I am mother without a King.


    The ways of silence the tenderness of love,
    Sacrifice I cried in the name of love.
    Burning sorrows upon the night, through
    the rain and the storm,
    I continued to stay strong. One-sided
    love often knocks at my door,
    The strength I pledge never to give all,
    be able to hold back, the pain shall not
    destroy the amount which is bonded upon my heart.
    Change is going to come as I pray through the night.
    Silently I cry my self to sleep, I wait up
    on the stars until my King shall appear.
    Oh who are thou who cry beyond the dark;
    The heart that searches for the soul that
    continues to lean toward the dark. Oh thy
    lonely the mystery of thou self. I find
    discontentment when I am a lone. I sit
    upon the night repressing the empty inside.
    Why oh why is this majestic of a emotions tears me inside?


    Bowing to honor only one God, not man for he is sometimes his own disgrace. Sisters are crying there is no hiding place, to close the wounds, of man’s dishonor of her rightful place. The bond is no longer there as she cries, give me love are give me death. Man harvesting the temple, which she lives, treating her like she was the back door help, when she gives him love. The sanctuary of marriage, oh where can it be, sleeping with the enemy, who feels she is not worthy of his name? The battle fields that she has fought to keep him alive,
    Which he frowns upon her with no regards?



    The holy sand that rise upon my feet.
    The robe of spirit flays upon my eyes
    The doves that flies upon my head;
    Oh thy glory to Jesus, the road of
    my husband, hand in hand,
    The foot prints in the sand.
    My feet do not fit but I shall continue;
    to walk until I rise upon the skies.
    There shall be no more darkness
    Where I live, I walk the sanctuary of the footprints
    That lies upon thy almighty palace of gates.
    I have transform in the foot prints that
    I stand; I see heaven through my eyes.
    There is no more bleeding fountain
    I have walked in the footprints
    And exhale the blood that my husband.
    Leads to the house, that God built.

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  2. nevar

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    your pen is on fire ashanta keep up them wonderful works. your spiritual sista always.
     
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    another outstanding piece of work sista , lovin it
     
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    You are an inspiration to us all
    Men and woman for the love
    And the guided spirit that you have
    Much Love 2 You Sister
     
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    Keita Kenyatta going above and beyond PREMIUM MEMBER

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    well, if you get your wish you are promised two things...An early death for your husband and early social security. You sure you ain't a playa ??
     
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    what an awesome spiritual drop cuz.
     
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    BLESSING AND THANK YOU A SIMPLE POET
     
  8. Legendof_1_Spirit

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    <appears>

    Very powerful! I was truely moved and touched by your words, so honest and sincere, in their expressions of your wounded heart. I love the way this piece shifted from a cry of dispair to an ending filled with hope, which is the essence of faith.

    "Seek to love your God as you would a lover, and he will rain blessings upon your head."


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  9. ASHANTA

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    Blessing sista Legendof1spirit, thank you for your comments, but you read this all wrong, don't read me, read the script, it may help you to understand the true meaning of sisterhood, many are afraid of truth, but I am not, know the spirit, know the warrior, know the Queen, I say this with respect, your comments are appreciated, but don't read me the wrong way, I have learned that many are afraid of truth, but I keep it real,

    blessings my sister there is only one image of a man, that I truly love, and that is God, my brothers follow after him, a true soldier will know, when God made the original, there is no blue print of what he is , and what I would like him to be, I live not for man, but for God, and my brothers will follow in his way, God bless women with wisdom, and many don't know the word holy are love, I am a sister soldier and what effects my sisters, effect me,, their is no broken heart here thank you for your concern, please take this with respect, let me educate you my sister, truth shall not come though the back door, there are the followers and they are leaders, warriors walk alone, I am the spirit and not the flesh, I am to smart for a brother to break my heart, when you know the man, and dismiss the boy, there is no pain, but my obligations to my sisters as a true warrior, is to guide them in the right direction, I am a teacher first by God, and then by law. All in love my sista
     
  10. Legendof_1_Spirit

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    <fades in>

    I see. I apologize if I have read you wrong, but I was responding to your poem and the context that it was written in. First, it is presented in first person so naturally I assume that the "I" in the poem was a reference to you. From my experience anytime "I" is used in a poem or any other literary work without a point of reference established beforehand, it usually denotes that the writer is referencing his/herself. Which is why I made a reference to your heart (the word "wounded" was what I felt upon reading your poem so I included it as a description). But as I stated above I apologize if I read this poem the wrong way. I was only sharing my thoughts out of respect to you and your poem and how it made me feel.

    Second, I think you have misread me, (I'm not a sista but a brother) but it is ok, I often respond without using any gender specific words/terms/ or phrases.

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