
Hola Mi Amor y HMA Familia!
Blessings, blessings, blessings! So I have been waiting to drop this blog post and a few others that you are definitely not going to want to miss! When I tell you I am SO very grateful that the Lord has had me back in the Writing Lab again!!! Poetry is once again flowing out of me, but this time with a fresh new power through the words that are being expressed with passion and precision.
Let me know what you think, what resonated with you and what caught you by surprise. Oh and a few of these I may share through HMA just might be spit live at our upcoming Spoken Word night on Valentine’s Day hosted by 2KiddSlimm!!!
Here we go…
Under Construction: Demolition
My heart beat races like a drumroll before the big reveal when I see you
Like all 8 cylinders are firing in my engine, but my exterior composure stays calm and composed-
My Lord! Why does this creative mind You gave me have to drop into overdrive when this man walks in the room?!
Does he even notice me? Can he smell my perfume? You’ve done a work in me and Lord he does a work on my heart! If he does come speak to me- my God, oh where should I start?!
Oh I’m definitely going to studder and forget what to say. He steals my attention every time he looks my way.
Lord does he even know how lucky he is- to meet this version of me who knows exactly who she is- that’s been pruned and purged by fire and ONLY by Your power knows how to curb all these internal desires?! And all the pain it required?
Y’all, he don’t know! He doesn’t know! The old me would have bowed down to my flesh and wrapped all of his around my little finger. I would have ignored every warning going off in my spirit to shut it down, but yield to my insatiable appetite to pursue pleasure at all costs.
But that part of me was bankrupt- tongue tied believing the enemy’s lies, bound by soul ties wrapped so tight 2Pac had nothing on me, joy drought- cast out like Moonlight, out here on bended knee like Boyz 2 Men trying to fill a void as I prey to find love
And all this time- all this time! Love was there. Love had my address and lived there unbeknownst to me. Patiently waiting on me like Hosea as I cheated on and gave way to the burning urges in my body- ThighMaster
Forgave me over and over like David as I danced before men removing my outer garments revealing my flesh but hiding the truth!
The truth behind this broken vessel craving men’s attention and so anxious like D’Angelo because the traumas of my childhood and my father wounds became something I worshipped- Peeling the scab back like Velcro each time it tried to heal – repeat
Feeling pain both good and bad, that was my therapy no matter how much damage it was causing me- demolition.
And still, Love sees all my shattered pieces carefully embraces them in His creative strong hands molds me into His masterpiece- Van Gogh, until I have mastered peace- Holy Spirit. That’s LOVE! Jehovah!
He waited in the wings- ever ready to teach me how to love then, Musiq Soulchild, now- Absolutely… waiting to make these tattered things into pretty wings – Maxwell. So I would be prepared for my earthly king and lord when he places the ring upon me to seal our everlasting covenant- 3 strands not easily broken- fine china.
So don’t let my exuberant praise on all my days fool you- God brought me out to bring me here, a sent one! That me- I never knew you! Avett Brothers. Let me reintroduce myself- I’m no longer Jana- yesterday Swahili- Nice to meet you I’m Kesho- your future Mrs. ONLY because I allowed God to heal every part of me- The Great Physician.
Now I am in the perfect position to love you like you were created to be loved- helpmeet, A GOOD THING without idolatry, because Jesus is my Savior, Lord and King- He is my everything!!! Big Facts, no cap. That’s that piece, what you think about that?
I pray you enjoyed this poem. There is more coming and more percolating in Jesus’ name! Have a blessed day- On Purpose!
Love & Blessings,
Jana M. Gamble
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