a work in progress

I was, a little puzzled as I left the group,
Out on my own, or inside, I tried to think it through,
Finally, I went, took the next step, walked down the path,
Then it all unfolded, blossomed into a beautiful story.

I was a little lonely, less than holy,
Crucified with conviction
The pressure was on me, to find the right key...
I need Your vision.

Oh I am sad enough to perish

O Body that bleeds

Are we, as a Body of Christ, not yet sick of our overindulgence in ourselves? Are we not yet tired of our gluttonous intake of as many articles of literature as we can possibly get our mouths around regarding marriage. We focus so much on marriage before it happens, and very little after the fact. We are so focused on marriage that we run after it as hard, if not harder and faster, than the pagans do....

Thus, though our Father knows that we need certain things (food, drink, clothes...not marriage...), we continue to run after this first instead of seeking His Kingdom and His Righteousness. All these things, therefore, are not added unto us....and why should they be...we don't deserve anything in the first place.

Let alone Him already having told us what we don't deserve (salvation found in faith through the grace of Jesus Christ manifested through obedience) needing to be our first place focus...and it's not


Pray that we change in response to His great love toward us.

Check this out

Scroll over Numbers 25:1 to read about Phinehas

Scroll over Matthew 5:18 to read Jesus' Sermon on the Mount

Scroll over Jonah 1:9 to read the whole book of Jonah



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Wisdom

Stuck in line in my mind checking what's the time,
I want to know the answer that I just can't seem to find.
Wondering is so sublime, but definites are not so kind,
Decision-making often ends in doubts about divine.

Strap an answer to your name, and maybe I'll take it as my own,
Too lazy to seek the truth, so I'll make your efforts home,
Give me your answer smooth, with none of confusion's foam,
Let me say it in a sentence, distilled from ancient tome.

I hate the building blocks of wisdom, there are so many to discern,
Isn't it all about the answers? What's all this I have to learn?
Life would be much better if we were attached to strings, affirmed,
Instead we walk upright, with snapped strings, spurned.

What a foolish boy who seeks not wisdom and hates it's bitter taste,
Though in the end Wisdom says vanity is even wisdom's fate.

Judgment

When the fire flies down, no one will stand firm,
No argument will hold fast when the tongue goes numb,
When all minds go dumb, struck in fear of the trouble come,
When the wrath is poured out over iniquity's great sum.
When the sky lights up, and screams are offered up,
No man will offer up and command to let him up,
Because all will know that justice is satisfied,
When the souls of sinners are sent to hell ratified,
Themselves, knowing they have sinned.
A tearful day indeed when they're banished to that end...