Clear Me Up Lord

Clear me up, Lord,
of all the cobwebs, string by string. Clear the way to higher awareness. For there is no limit, when left, “To You.” 

The strings are sticky because they have been webbed, for what seems like, a darkened eternity. By listening to the inner consciousness, we find a peephole of light. As letting go of surrounding powers, controlling your life. 

Only one can control your life, and this is you, through Jesus Christ our Savior. By Him, we are born again, the old is past away, and the now in consciousness, is tomorrow, in reality. June 14, 1996, Wendy Yvette Greenwell.