ImmortalFeminity/Kibitskaya
I walked the streets of dirty roads, I’ve passed buildings with many broken windows.Windows to many broken souls. Windows that were left open, or perhaps violently broken into;cut and bleeding feminine souls.Girls, women! it’s to you I speak.You, whose heart is in pieces, sliced by arrogance, silence, or the brutal cold of an iceberg, in our day and time we labeled a man.Too many of you know exactly what I’m talking about. Too many of you sold yourselves short. Too many of you sacrificed your morals and your values to please a man to fulfill the heartless selfish desires of a man. Too many of you have been stabbed right where it hurts. Too many of you watched your heart torn in front of your eyes, and too many of you with your own bare hands helped tear it. All for him. You plunged a knife into your own chest because you thought it would give him life. You tied a noose around your own throat because you believed your death would save him.Suffocating in pain, drowning in blood you silently whisper “I did it for love”…But the world doesn’t understand, the heart of the world is frozen. It’s brutal ice.And the world laughs at your pain and dresses you up in ugly names. Slut. Whore. Prostitute. Tramp.It all started out with a sacrifice you thought was made to love.And if you strip all the lies, untie all the masks you put on truth, you know, he never really cared.And too many of you have questioned if your life is still worth living. If anything still matters, now that he’s gone. …
Stop right there.
And there are too many of you who believe the hole in your heart is the shape of a prince. Who believe happiness hides in a white dress, roses and diamonds. Too many of you who are murdering your youth in search for something that doesn’t exist. An illusion the world painted for you. A trap the beast has set. A beautiful trap designed in romance, and sprayed with the fragrance of lust. And you are passed around from the hands of one man to another, yet none of them are cutout to fill that empty space, within your heart.. And you are ready to give up, you are about to just give in… and settle. The ceremony of the white dress is blinding you, and the sparkles of the diamond ring cloud your vision..
Stop right there.
This message is for you. Untie all masks, let the pain in, remove the artificial smile, stop hiding behind empty laughter, it hurts but it’s real. Close your eyes and feel the loneliness, feel the empty space you are desperately seeking to fill.That space is not the shape of a prince. That pain is only a reflection in a mirror. A painful cry to bring you back, back to where you first were meant to be. In the arms of God. That pain is nothing more than an attempt to save you from an ugly fate. That pain is nothing more than a tight life jacket that is keeping you from drowning. Keeping you from the depths of a cruel ocean. That hole in your heart is the shape of an old tarnished cross and nothing else will ever be able to fill it. Please hear me!
You are not just a girl. You are not another typical woman. You were not created to live the life of passing dust. Don’t fight for it. You are the daughter of the King of kings. You are a queen. And royal blood flows through your veins. Don’t settle for a lifestyle of a slave. Of a lifestyle ruled by a curse! Don’t sacrifice your throne for the flesh of a man. Your kingdom needs you. And the Kings pain is reflected in your broken hearts. And every fragment of your torn up heart is nothing more than a reflection of the pain He feels when you’re gone.And you are gone….You don’t hear His cry. And your silence pierces his heart, and your desire for the flesh of man seeps into his open wounds like the salt waters of an ocean. He’s hurting. Because while the space in your heart is the shape of a cross, the space in His is the shape of you!He’s still there. There on the hill of Calvary.. Dripping blood and waiting, waiting for you to save Him. Let Him off that old tarnished cross. It’s you He’s waiting for!Heaving chest and a gentle whisper “why can’t you love me like that?!” “it’s what I died for…”
You are a vessel of immortal femininity. Devine femininity. You carry the heart of God within you. Open your eyes. See!Don’t let your pain be your weakness. Don’t be ashamed of it! Don’t be a slave to it. Instead allow that pain to be the throne of God. It’s in your weakness His power is made perfect. Offer that pain as a sacrifice for His throne. Let that pain become your source for strength. Draw courage out of it. Boldness! And stand! Speak! Don’t run from it. You won’t escape, for you are that pain. Hear the voice of your Father, feel the gentle embrace of your Savior… Smell the sweet fragrance of the Holy Spirit..You are a Holy woman of God. You have a place in the kingdom. You have authority over this world. Take it! You are pure and spotless in His eyes! And the dirt of this world has no grip on you! And the labels this world tries to put on you will burn off by the fires of the Holy spirit! And anyone who blasphemes against you, will fall in front of you! Your enemies will fall to your right and to your left! You possess the divine femininity this world hungers for! And nature groans for!
Break free from the chains this world has tied you in. and like Samson tear these heavy chains as if they were made of straw. Your power isn’t hidden in your hair. Your power is hidden in your identity. Don’t let the world rob you of it. Because without it, like Samson you will lose your authority and your power.You’ve been living a slave for too long! Your Dad is sick of watching His daughters bow down to the illusions of this world! He is sick of being replaced by white dresses and diamond rings. He wants you more than you ever wanted or will want the arms or heart of any man!Fill that empty space within His heart, take your crown, and your ring of authority, fill that empty throne within His kingdom! Let him off that cross!
Introduce the new you to this world. Clothed in royalty. And if you bleed, drip of royal divine blood!And your blood will heal the wounds of others. And your blood will be the salvation of others. And your blood will be life for others…
You are the daughter of the King of kings, take on your crown, put on your ring and claim authority.Don’t bow to the shallow illusions of this world… it’s only passing dust!
Stop right there.
And there are too many of you who believe the hole in your heart is the shape of a prince. Who believe happiness hides in a white dress, roses and diamonds. Too many of you who are murdering your youth in search for something that doesn’t exist. An illusion the world painted for you. A trap the beast has set. A beautiful trap designed in romance, and sprayed with the fragrance of lust. And you are passed around from the hands of one man to another, yet none of them are cutout to fill that empty space, within your heart.. And you are ready to give up, you are about to just give in… and settle. The ceremony of the white dress is blinding you, and the sparkles of the diamond ring cloud your vision..
Stop right there.
This message is for you. Untie all masks, let the pain in, remove the artificial smile, stop hiding behind empty laughter, it hurts but it’s real. Close your eyes and feel the loneliness, feel the empty space you are desperately seeking to fill.That space is not the shape of a prince. That pain is only a reflection in a mirror. A painful cry to bring you back, back to where you first were meant to be. In the arms of God. That pain is nothing more than an attempt to save you from an ugly fate. That pain is nothing more than a tight life jacket that is keeping you from drowning. Keeping you from the depths of a cruel ocean. That hole in your heart is the shape of an old tarnished cross and nothing else will ever be able to fill it. Please hear me!
You are not just a girl. You are not another typical woman. You were not created to live the life of passing dust. Don’t fight for it. You are the daughter of the King of kings. You are a queen. And royal blood flows through your veins. Don’t settle for a lifestyle of a slave. Of a lifestyle ruled by a curse! Don’t sacrifice your throne for the flesh of a man. Your kingdom needs you. And the Kings pain is reflected in your broken hearts. And every fragment of your torn up heart is nothing more than a reflection of the pain He feels when you’re gone.And you are gone….You don’t hear His cry. And your silence pierces his heart, and your desire for the flesh of man seeps into his open wounds like the salt waters of an ocean. He’s hurting. Because while the space in your heart is the shape of a cross, the space in His is the shape of you!He’s still there. There on the hill of Calvary.. Dripping blood and waiting, waiting for you to save Him. Let Him off that old tarnished cross. It’s you He’s waiting for!Heaving chest and a gentle whisper “why can’t you love me like that?!” “it’s what I died for…”
You are a vessel of immortal femininity. Devine femininity. You carry the heart of God within you. Open your eyes. See!Don’t let your pain be your weakness. Don’t be ashamed of it! Don’t be a slave to it. Instead allow that pain to be the throne of God. It’s in your weakness His power is made perfect. Offer that pain as a sacrifice for His throne. Let that pain become your source for strength. Draw courage out of it. Boldness! And stand! Speak! Don’t run from it. You won’t escape, for you are that pain. Hear the voice of your Father, feel the gentle embrace of your Savior… Smell the sweet fragrance of the Holy Spirit..You are a Holy woman of God. You have a place in the kingdom. You have authority over this world. Take it! You are pure and spotless in His eyes! And the dirt of this world has no grip on you! And the labels this world tries to put on you will burn off by the fires of the Holy spirit! And anyone who blasphemes against you, will fall in front of you! Your enemies will fall to your right and to your left! You possess the divine femininity this world hungers for! And nature groans for!
Break free from the chains this world has tied you in. and like Samson tear these heavy chains as if they were made of straw. Your power isn’t hidden in your hair. Your power is hidden in your identity. Don’t let the world rob you of it. Because without it, like Samson you will lose your authority and your power.You’ve been living a slave for too long! Your Dad is sick of watching His daughters bow down to the illusions of this world! He is sick of being replaced by white dresses and diamond rings. He wants you more than you ever wanted or will want the arms or heart of any man!Fill that empty space within His heart, take your crown, and your ring of authority, fill that empty throne within His kingdom! Let him off that cross!
Introduce the new you to this world. Clothed in royalty. And if you bleed, drip of royal divine blood!And your blood will heal the wounds of others. And your blood will be the salvation of others. And your blood will be life for others…
You are the daughter of the King of kings, take on your crown, put on your ring and claim authority.Don’t bow to the shallow illusions of this world… it’s only passing dust!
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