Zory's Cucina

Weighed by a pressing against me, inch-by-inch, I am being pushed back into a corner, unable to press forward. Pushed with my back against the wall, unable to get away with the things of before. For the God who has faced me, has about faced me, to face the things I feared, standing tall. With His spirit against my flesh, I am unable to fall. I can feel my breath shortened to the narrow space, that has me confined. Standing before the troubles I dared not stand to look in the eye. The stands not taken, the plans forsaken can no longer be shaken with conviction pressed on my side. faced to face with life through His eyes. His presence has about faced me into a corner where I can no longer move forward without courage on my shoulder. Cannot hide behind the veil in white lies bent in whispering vents, smiling in pretend. Daring to challenge and daring to make amends to the entanglements I dared not undress. For the fear that had me bound stirs in the su