The Field of Life
The creator wanted a thriving garden
For it was given everything it needed
To produce the fruit of it's tree
But it's desire and lust could not be contained
Therefore the trees began to not produce
They looked promising in the spring
While they only left one to starve
The weeds overtook the field
For we are all born as weeds in this time
So he sent his Son to resolve this
To bring forth the fire
For when we see we are in the weeds
And that no one is good
But only the father
Then we shall hopefully seek to separate
From this earthen vessel
For the son will pour out the holy ghost of fire
Where there will be weeping and resistance
Of the old man trying to hold on
Only through the purification of the fire
Shall one be purified of the impurities
That keeps it lost in the weeds
For Jesus longs to give new life
That through the father one might
Be replanted as a tree
That produces the fruit not of this world
For you will be brought out
He does not save us to remain in man's world
But to seek for the guidance of the Son
For he made it this way
That we might come to him directly
and receive in abundance
Knowledge, truth and life
That we do not have to rely on man
That makes the outside of the cup
Look so delicate and perfected
But the inside is full of lies and deception
That builds one up of pride and judgement
For Jesus did not come to save the righteous
He came to save the sinners
Also, those who claim they are healthy
By there own doing does not need a doctor
Jesus wants to walk with you
Guide, direct, and reveal his love
That one might see him in you
And call out for change
And when your time comes
You might be as Noah with your new vessel ready
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2022
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