I was standing in the laundry room because I had been disobedient to my mom repeatedly that morning, and she was not willing to raise me like Pavlov’s dogs, so she made me stand in the laundry room until I was able to take the thought captive.

And then I started hearing these words from demons, and they were saying things like,

“You’re not pretty.” Or “You’re not intelligent…”

and then God started saying the opposite, like

You’re beautiful! You’re smart…

And then He got louder and then He got really loud! And then He drowned out the demon’s voices and started speaking a giant poem like thing below. And then the demons tried to say something, like,

“That’s not true!” “He’s lying!”

And then I saw a picture in my mind of Heaven, and He was there and He was kicking the buttocks of all the demons. That’s pretty much it!

I created you…

I created your hair to be like the blood of the cross, the glory of My throne, and the sand of the earth from which you were made. I created your long legs so no one can look down upon you. I created your arms so you can reach down to get My people out of the deepest ditches. I created your eyes so you can see past the evil of the first layer, onto the good of the true heart. I created your rich and beautiful hair that it may reflect all the glory I have placed in you. I created your lungs to make music for all. I created your skin that everyone may see that all belong in the Kingdom of God. I created your hands to craft the art I put inside you. I created your mind that it may reflect the power, might, and intelligence hidden within you. I created your muscles to fight the greatest demon with a breeze. I created your feet to run faster than lightening. I created your mouth to speak My heart. I created your stomach to live on little but love on much. I created your heart to love like I do, to see through the bad into the good, to express My love to the sinner’s, the broken, the twisted, to all. I created you… to reflect Me, to be Me, to love like Me, to walk like Me, to talk like Me, to love Me…

This is what God gave me. He calls it a “soul song” or “heart’s poem”. This is not for everyone, though everyone has one. This was created for my soul. Now you must unlock yours…

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