I.
I choose Him over and over again,
loving my choice to be His.
My sovereignty not a weapon,
but a gift I was given
and give from.
II.
Every hour —
whether I’m in bliss, melancholy,
darkened with rage,
or joyful repose —
I hold His name close.
III.
Expose my heart, please.
Raw it against Your consuming flame.
Cure it beneath Your nails
and tempt me to my knees,
reverently holding space.
© 2025 Bat / Moonlight Spiritus. All Rights Reserved.
So beautiful poem. Beautifully captured bat! love it
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Eek! I’m so happy you are back writing again. Thank you your compliment. ❤
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I love this evocative poem, Raven
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Thank you so much, Hazel. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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My pleasure, Raven. Enjoy your Thursday!
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Thank you, Hazel! Have a beautiful and blessed day. ❤
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