Obstacles

I feel like my back is against the wall no breathing room , no space to think. Obstacles all up in my face, staring dead at me. The devil in my ear blasting his tongue, but its tone measures No effort to Jesus Christ . His promises  that he will never leave me nor forsake me . I can’t shake. The demonic forces that are pushed up against me. All I can do is pray in the blood of Christ and get on my knees and bow down to him. I put my right hand to God and in the space of vulnerability there’s no space for damaging. 
Damaging my bloodline, Prophet. Isaiah said no.
Damaging the covenant, that was brought to me by Jesus Christ himself is life. 
Damaging my bloodline, Prophet. Isaiah said no.
Damaging the covenant, that was brought to me by Jesus Christ himself his life.
It seems like I’m going back-and-forth. My thoughts are uncontrollable I faint not, but I sit, praying through the trauma prophecy through my dreams, I have visions of seeing things in the present moment, but the future lies ahead with a promise that only can keep my faith forward. Things stop with me. I defined my spirit through my bloodline.  The children that I bore , no more generational curses stand still on my feet. My path is not my path. It’s his path, it is he who created me in my mother‘s womb. Through the trauma transaction of heighten magnitude longevity hits no era.

Damaging my bloodline, Prophet. Isaiah said no.
Damaging the covenant, that was brought to me by Jesus Christ himself is life. 
Damaging my bloodline, Prophet. Isaiah said no.
Damaging the covenant, that was brought to me by Jesus Christ himself his life.

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