Fellowship
1st Cor 15:33
" Be not deceived: evil communication corrupts good manners."
Warring with worldly whims
Wooed by painful pleasures
Surrounded by foes and fiends
Posing as mentors and friends.....
I have stumbled and rumbled in vices
Destructive to my wellness
In this the comforter was silenced
For in vices not in virtues it suffers.....
I mingled and dined with Ahithophel and Jonadab
Their counsel placed me in darkness, as it intensified in my heart..
In humility and obedience,
My clothing were turned to wool.
In fellowship I met Jonathan and Ruth
And they fed me with Galatian fruits
In this my being became nourished....
In their counsel I became a victor.
1st Cor. 15:33
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