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Words of a Born Again Man
When I began to be born again I no longer saw with the eyes of man I began to see with spiritual eyes I began to hear with a spiritual ear My tongue formed words that my 'father' taught As he filled my mind with his spiritual thoughts. Ageless and ancient at once I became. The 'Lord' calls me by a different name Transfigured by 'Him' and his to keep No shepherd has taken better care of his sheep. Shall I tell you what my spirit eyes see What lies beyond; what soon shall be I must tell you with my spiritual tongue that my father taught While he filled my mind with his spiritual thoughts Speaking in tongues that none can hear save he who has a spiritual ear I will spill the secret in a single breath, few though it be who pass this test What lies beyond and soon shall be Persist in Genesis 1, 2, and 3 Hear , think and speak oh spirit filled man For now you know what no one else can. A parable, another clue oh born again man I give to you Six days have I labored and labor to write What you now read so passes six nights And now so that you do not sin, the spirit speaks lay down your pen And take to you the Sabbath's rest, while men strive hard to pass this test. The spirit speaks, a promise makes That in the morning when I wake Restored, renewed, reborn I'll take My pen in hand and strive to make the work I had begun to make. A work in progress, soon to be a part of all eternity For times and times and times Times three. RETA PRUITT August 18, 2016
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