Obedience Is Better Than Sacrafice original poetry #originalpoetry #christianwomen #originalpoem #christianwriter #christianpoetry

If obedience is better than sacrifice, then being a daughter of God will always outweigh being anyone's wife. And a woman that is so preoccupied with adding weight to her left hand will never realize the full weight of Jesus holding her right. In her need to be one flesh, she will run to the wrong altar, because how many times have we pleaded to become one with someone else's soul over being one with Jesus in the Lord alone? The heaviness of true value has been diminished to the weight of a ring. To such a small thing, to the holding of a woman's skin, it has diminished to two souls being binded together rather than being Jesus' kin. In the trading end of being called daughter by God, to be called a lover by another is yearning for partnership over resurrection. It is desiring human love over eternal salvation, and the man's eye do won't save you. A man's eye love you won't make you, wearing white won't raise you from the dead, a diamond ring won't set you free, and a man's love won't fill the part of you that feels empty and needs filling. And it's grievous that many women pray to not be empty while abiding in Jesus. Blood drips down your temple in the most sacred, claiming, and covering, and you feel nothing because you don't desire his hand, you desire the love of another man is that not an idol. When you praise and plead on worship to be another man's knee, more than worship the one who dies, so you could be. We have united with the very thing we're supposed to die to. Every want and desire is supposed to be thrown towards the throne, but you have held tight to marriage because you fear dying alone. Though we never live absent of Jesus' presence, the true joy is promised and only found in his essence somewhere along the line's marriage has become a synonym for happiness, a mirror to purpose, an identical match to identity because who are we if we're not chosen by somebody. We call our reason, our non-stop worshiping of Jesus' a season. Appending time of waiting before life truly starts even though every minute is supposed to be filled with us giving Jesus our hearts, the love of another being changed from sister to lover has outweighed being changed from dead to living. The glory of God's God has been diminished to a bedroom ceiling, the glory of God's power has been diminished to a hot feeling, prayer has been diminished from thinking to axing because how many times you come to the father, axing for anybody but him. How many times have you pleaded for the wrong altar? The one where you gain something instead of giving something up, even though whatever we put down doesn't come close to what we've won. Now how many times have you pleaded for the change of your last name when there are greater ways to be renamed? A woman that is so preoccupied with adding weight to her left hand will never realize the full weight of Jesus holding her right, will never truly take in the weight of him dying a gruesome death so we could have life, defeating darkness so you could live in light so that no weight we carry will ever match his plight. So we can always know before we ever wear white that we were already died for as Jesus bride and if obedience is better than sacrifice, then being a daughter of God will always outweigh being anyone's wife.