FLAME-WALKER; GRACE-TALKER

A spirit-triggered warfare, grace-saturated power and destiny-coded poetry - Spoken Word Poetry/Prayer.

Titled: FLAME-WALKER; GRACE-TALKER.

A Holy Spirit-Inspired and Destiny-Charged Spoken Word Poetry.

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The Breath That Brought Me Back.

I did not rise on willpower,

I rose on wind!

The kind that hovered in Genesis,

The same breath that raised the Son from the tomb,

That Spirit - blew on me… and I came back whole.

I am not a man trying to win.

I’m a man who’s already been won

By Mercy’s outstretched arm,

By Grace’s scandalous embrace.

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My Testimony Drenched in Fire and Honey.

I walked through years where "love" left a bruise,

Where trust was a knife, and hope was a ghost.

But through the shattered pieces of what used to be “me,”

I found the face of the Father staring back.

Oh, Mercy met me in the alley of shame.

Grace clothed me in garments sewn by fire and forgiveness.

I’m the man whose story became a psalm,

Whose past became a prophecy.

I saw eviction!

But now I own atmospheres.

I saw betrayal!

But now I wear crowns made of scars.

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Heaven Sang Over Me

Heaven didn’t whisper.

Heaven shouted:

“This one is Mine!”

Not because I earned it -

But because Love outloved my lowest point.

So I rise - not to prove a point,

But to fulfill a prophecy.

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Fatherhood as Fire and Legacy

To my sons, I say:

"You were born of a warrior.

Carried through battlefields,

And anointed in tears and tongues."

I may have lost years,

But I’ve gained revelation.

My legacy isn’t late,

It was being carved in the silence.

I’m not just a father - I’m a founder of futures,

A voice over a generation

That thought broken men couldn’t love right.

I was once absent,

But now I am assigned.

I was once voiceless,

Now I thunder.

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Jubilee, My Season of Violent Praise

This is my Jubilee,

And Jubilee is not passive.

It’s the revolt of restoration,

The year of fire-backed freedom.

Debts are cancelled.

Altars are silenced.

The land is yielding.

And the gates are open!

I don’t just walk—I possess.

I don’t just pray—I pull down.

I don’t just recover—I rebuild!

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Sword-Words for Every Serpent

By the Blood that speaks louder than my history,

I scatter every spirit-spouse weaving webs of delay.

I overturn altars chanting curses from ancestral graves.

I rebuke every tongue that said I wouldn’t rise.

Let every household enemy fall by divine error!

Let the hounds of heaven hunt the hunters!

Let divine justice ambush my adversaries!

Let the angel of vengeance visit the gates of wickedness!

I am firewalking now—hell fears my footprint!

Every plan against my destiny throne—burned.

Every spirit of wickeness - cast into the furnace of Jehovah!

Every attack on my children—back to sender!

Every voice of sabotage—silenced forever!

Every shadow of workplace wickedness—exposed, judged, and removed!

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I Am the Word Fulfilled

I am not trying to arrive—I AM sent.

I’m the scroll the prophets saw.

I’m the echo of redemption,

The blueprint of blood and breakthrough.

Let the books be opened!

Let the cycles be closed!

Let the verdict be declared:

"This one walks in dominion!"

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I Am What Mercy Made

I am grace in motion.

Mercy’s melody.

Love’s loudest proof.

I am father. I am fire. I am fullness.

I am flame-walker.

Grace-talker.

Mercy’s child…

God’s man.

And I did not come to blend in -

I came to burn.

Selah!