Be Meek
Fresh with gone spirit,
Dead in encroaches,
you aren’t holy;
forget about righteousness-
All have sinned!
Father’s Acts trembled in our ears,
printed on every core,
tied on each depth
hitherto, Falling short of justification
by transgress decree!
Desire of the fresh
like a fluctuating fever.
as a driving roll,
all along the conduct of the world.
Lust of the ecosphere,
Prince of the power
Leading the biosphere,
deceiving religious folks
with beliefs and gods;
as Jewish leaders,
Sons of disobedience!
By phusis, the broods of wrath,
longing the desire of the fiend,
Pretence to Father!
Lengthy mercy past love
toward a man; seeking Him by Faith.
Deads made alive in Christ
as zombies- “the dead don’t die.”
Saved yet, you aren’t worth it!
His Laws for man to break
as virginity in dog’s hand.
By grace you are hoarded-
‘here’s No other way!
you are washed,
justified and set apart;
Prior life is gone!
Speak evil of no one,
You’re once disobedient.
Copyright © Fellex Checa | Year Posted 2019
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