To and fro, to and fro why am I on repeat when I know the way to go. It’s like I’m walking slower and slower the more I knead the dough, must be the cargo under the floor I refuse to forego. Use to hate myself for the pain I caused, was unaware of Gods(loves) laws. But that sad version of me turned out to be just a shadow that I was bound to outgrow one day. Just in despair it’s all you know and the cargo under the floor is all the ammo I used to keep me afloat from the demons that seeked my throat. But I knew where I was going I had to let it all go and embrace the new flow facing my demons one by one with love in the flow. Destroying strongholds and opening the door for the Lord, no matter how many times I closed it on him. Letting go of my past ammo that was actually dragging me down. So now I shine brightly so people know I’m not hiding lightly letting them know the truth I hold is the only way to go so grab hold. For the demons you faced were destroyed when God gave us grace which you can claim whenever you wanna break the chains. Gotta see people for who they are and not get offended by fake pendants of ascendence redeemed by shame, doesn’t even make sense but you gotta help them see. Claiming to be woke but fall asleep when you tell them Gods word, they think it’s a joke. Won’t be laughing when the enemies at your door putting you to sleep with words you won’t recover from. Blasting a whole thru the floor you thought was impenetrable bringing up your cargo dragging you to where you don’t wanna go. Which is why every believer is tasked with ministering the word and teaching new flows, so go where you’re supposed to go especially when Earth isn’t even our home.