THE GOOSE OF THE MORNING

A special poetry collaboration between MrChrislove™ & Desoba
It's in the warm cocoon of my shell
Nestled to the river by my Abba
It's in the secure protection of His presence
Wading off harm as i hatch into His image
It's in His steps that I find mine
It's in Him that I know who I am
My true identity In Christ Jesus
Understanding the inheritance of the Saints

Thousands of souls perishing daily 
Because we are too scared to be
The goose of the morning
On the street of this wicked generation we are living
Though we've been called
To shine in the midst of the darkness
And as salt that prepare and preserve the earth
For my king’s coming
From my waddling feets to my gurgling quacks
My steps gain strength and my voice depth
And with vigorous awakening,
I arise to the dawn of the morning.
Ready to run the race set before me,
Ready for the migration ahead.

I am anything but afraid 
For my identity makes me walk in the enemy’s territory
they have been crippled like scarecrows with handless hands
I glean on the greenest of planes
For a table has already been set before me
I thread like royalty on dangerous roads
For my Abba’s angels have charge over me.
Like a Queen, slowly I walk
Radiating my splendor and glory of identity

I am far from pride or stupidity 
I am a symbol of courage and grace
I am the goose of the morning.

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