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Cambridge Keenan

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Thankful


God has blessed me with the gift of common sense,

He has taught me some tough lessons in life,

Oh alas, my heart is stubborn, and gets me into so much silly nonsense!

Yea, I take accountability for my foolishness and folly that tempts me to backslide.

When will my heart be fully devoted to you Lord God that I shall not fall into the fowlers nest yet again?

Did I know better? ? Absolutely, completely, with freedom of deliverance as my reward, I raise my hand.Guilty.

Oh how easily, with the smoothness of a viper he spoke his words so sweet, sweeter than honey, alluring...

Like a snake crawling on his belly when push comes to shove, his cowardly manner is to disappear into the dust,

Another chandilier to shine always waiting in the wings for him to touch, oh how soon the new wears off,

The heart is a decitful thing and no good thing comes from it, we are as filthy rags before the Lord Almighty,

What season has captured my heart with its trickery, why do I fall for it? ...

Lord God have mercy upon me, deliver me from this plaque of locusts,

Please Lord I beg your send rain down from Heaven and wash me anew...

Decieved, I decieved myself in his charms, I allowed it, though it was not to happen yet it did it.Confession.

Fantasy. Delusion, blind...blind love is blind.Oh what a jolly good time we spent there in the darkness of the dungeon...there where he professed his abiding love and loyalty to me and my ears soaked it in like a sponge set aflame. Can't get enough....want more..need more...more and more and more of him...

I drank freely of desire all the while fighting my heart which told me to stop long ago....

I would fill him up, take him over the mountain...take him to a new level...we were FIRE

Seeking each others face...hungry for those words of passion and hope anew...

To start a new life chapter, oh to get it right just one time in my life....this would be that time thought my head,

and so my heart toddled along, after all what did I have to lose?

The trap was the allure, brokeness, I would be his healer, he mine...it seems sensible, doable... the key that opened the door was made of jello...the foundation was off set from the beginning, he was never mine to love nor yours...He belongs to the Lord, he is Gods property and God has hedged him in for a purpose. A heart of duplicity, a wavering one, a weakness gone awry...we are all lost in our sin...

God have mercy on us all ♥

........................................ ................ Cambridge Keenan 2013 oct

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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