Living By Faith Alone
As I run my fingers slowly over my throat, over the place
my thyroid gland would be, I feel a place that is sore, but
I know it is a lie from the father of lies. To know this
knowledge I am glad.
So I say in the Name of Jesus this unwelcome visitor of
pain must leave, it is not welcomed here.
I realize that as time has been marching on, at what seems
to be at a quickened pace these days... that I have been having
to banish every and all spiritual foes which enter the portal of my mind.
Those bad thoughts are sometimes likened to insects who are
flying through a house, but they are not allowed to stay there,
to make their home anywhere inside my mind or body.
So I am learning the value of cleaning one's house, that includes
the houses you see, and the houses you don't see to pave the way
for the future houses, places where we live and place where we'll be.
To keep them clean so when forever comes to collect us, we will
have been excellent stewards of all manifest Blessings He continues
to give us.
All of us need to learn the lessons of walking by faith and not by
what things look like, to handle the further responsibility which
Jesus does help us with.
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013
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