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Desimber Rose Wattleton's poem, "Naked Grace," looks at our broken tendencies transposed with grace in her creative interpretation of Genesis 9:18-28.
Genesis 9:18-28
Naked Grace
By
Desimber Rose Wattleton
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Marlanda Dekine
2019
Spoken Word Poetry
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This poem explores the nature of God's grace as it pertains to Genesis 9:18-28, a God who sees our sin, but covers us with mercy, and refuses to allow our process to cancel our purpose.
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Desimber Rose Wattleton is an author, poet, and pastor of The Rock Worship Center in West Union, South Carolina. She has served the Body of Christ as a teacher, motivational speaker, and spoken word artist. Empowering believers and reaching the world with love and truth is what she seeks to do with every opportunity to share the Gospel. Desimber Rose has authored a book of poems entitled Interpretations, a children’s book entitled Gumbo World, biblical study resource God Does Not Want Your Bill Money, and digital devotional “Jesus Is King.”
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Somebody said opportunity knocks, but I have to disagree, if destiny 's the house, opportunity is the door, and the only one knocking is me
Naked Grace
by Desimber Rose Wattleton
Somebody said opportunity knocks, but I have to disagree, if destiny’s the house, opportunity is the door, and the only one knocking is me…
Bang, Bang on the door till my knuckles bleed, while my soul leans on the bell, every now and then I try picking the lock, but shortcuts always lead to hell…so foolish…if I’d stop asking amidst I’m sure butterflies would lend me their wings…but every failed attempt to pimp the effects rape grace repeatedly…so ruthless…make Him my homie lover friend, side piece, or a one night stand…throw a prayer up, ask The Word to turn a trick, I want miracles on demand…we do this
Parade our sins across the stage, invite Jesus to the show…exposed…naked and unashamed because of what I know, if I shake this world hard enough to make faith clap maybe bondage will fall to the floor…transposed…and for every article of sin I take off I become more of a bride and less of a whore…composed…red letters spell my name, “it is finished” indicate He could do no more…case closed…in the meantime, I’m grateful God’s a big tipper, I swear I heard Christ whisper I’m in love with a stripper, when He opened the door…
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Somebody said opportunity knocks, but I have to disagree, if destiny 's the house, opportunity is the door, and the only one knocking is me
