CREATIVE WRITING : TGA -EPISODE 4 (HOLOCAUST)

wandass73 (60)[🇨🇲] ✍ Iron (280 SP) / Din Steem Cameroon • 2 years ago

Hello guys, once more it's a very great pleasure for me to share this moment with you guys, Now again we have another episode of TGA which means To God Almighty, a series of Christian based poems I expose from my heart as I am inspired, I am personally touched by those who follow up the poems and I will always say that comments and corrections are always welcome in the comment section. so am hoping , @nuahfabian @majerius @chant @wase1234 will have critics , comments or encouragements.

Talking a little bit on the tittle of the poem before I drive directly into the Poem proper.
Talking about a Holocaust, this is actually a type of Jewish Sacrifice, what they did was they will take the sacrificial Lamb and burn completely and totally and allow it to be completely consumed by the fire, then now when that is done, it was offered on the alter unto the Lord Almighty.

So the Holocaust is actually a sacrifice consumed totally by the Fire and acceptable into the Lord.
Now cooling to my context. Here I am the sacrificial Lamb of course and my father provides the fire for the sacrifice. The hope is to be completely burnt into him, withholding nothing.

HOLOCAUST

Burnt out, burnt in, burnt offering
Indeed all of my being,
straight to the alter I bring.
Yes my whole heart, withholding nothing.
Sweet aroma in the steam, rising before the King.
Fire Fire Fire, all of me for consuming .
This I desire sincerely no relenting.

Let it be told as a creedle,
written down with many riddles
Surrounded by fire, I in the middle
On this journey ,no other lane,
no time to meddle.
The fragrance from sacrifice, ascend in a bundle.
Before the King dressed in Purple.
If my life is mine ,I can't handle
I put all befor Abba's feet to paddle

The Holocaust, the letter written in Ink
Ink ok the spirit, Written to no limit
Till eternity yet I will be pleasing,
Before my husband the fragrance that's appeasing.
It will hurt my feelings, end my biddings
Yet now I will do his biddings
as I the Holocaust dances to his rhythms

The harps out and the trumpets blow
no more should I live for my own.
Now for my groom and King alone
Oh Holocaust, Oh Holocaust
be thou pleasing to Adonai our God
The one true God.
~Bloomfield

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