The Blessing Begins With the Promise
If I had done exactly what Jesus asked me to do,
this bitterness wouldn't hang heavily over me
and my broken spirit that can't find a patch of blue...
when the cloudy skies wouldn't defy serenity!
I should have obeyed and understood when He spoke aloud,
" The blessing begins with the promise, my child! "
And as His thundering voice echoed to make me strong,
but I refused to listen and please Him instead!
A soldier of Christ never takes off his armor too quickly,
to risk losing everything so hardily- earned and valorously- achieved;
his bold faith always sustains him when the battle begins, to lead
him in the arena, where he'll be hailed for his splendid victory!
Lead me, Lord to the gates of eternal bliss,
never to turn back and remember a life dedicated to pleasures:
like those of merry fools and seductive fornicators...
sipping their intoxicated drinks without haste!
My character wasn't so perfect...I should have been honest,
pious, forgivable, lovable, thoughtful, comprehensible and wise;
temptation was stronger than I...overpowering my judgment,
unable to discern that the blessing began with the promise!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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