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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "(The Word of God…) More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.” Psalm 19:7-11 KJV “…There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.” 1 Corinthians 15:42-44 KJV Which do we feed more, the flesh or the spirit? Psalm 19:14 "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, oh Lord, my strength and redeemer. " * When I meditate on this passage of scripture, I think of how we can make our words and thoughts acceptable in God's sight. He always provides a way, an answer, to the "how's" and "why's". So reading back a few verses I noticed the metaphor he uses of the word being sweeter than honey. What we put into our bodies, our minds, is what will come forth when we speak. Filth in, filth out. Goodness in, goodness out. ~C.Woods Hunger pierces my bowels like a sharp splinter. I am dry, used up, broken. Unbidden, he comes to me with ripe fruit that fills my senses. Greedily, I reach out to take with both hands, bruising the flesh. With teeth I rip and tear. Bile fills my mouth with the noisome stink and rancid taste of rot. From my lips I spit vile hatred, lies and filth. I faint, unsatisfied, teased and tortured. I plead with the One who promises life everlasting! He holds my head up and feeds me honey from his own hand, gently, tenderly…Sweet and thick with sustenance and health to my bones. A beautiful revival! An awakening that mortifies my flesh and strengthens my Spirit in just one taste. New vigor fills me with glories before unknown and I stand to sing of beauty, love and truth!
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