To Whom Does This Come
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“I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral trust of lust
Or, for that matter, thoughts loving and kind. “
"Please explore this line of inquiry as it resonates within"
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1 Corinthians 15:41-45 KJV
There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
[42] So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption:
[43] It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power: [44] It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body. [45] And so it is written, The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit.
The Battle Rages
I am an egg. Not an onion.
My layers do not run so deep.
Shell, yolk, albumin,
My own 3-in- 1 Trinity!
And why not? Says I...
For in His likeness was I formed.
From the purity of the body of Spirit
Into this wretched flesh was I born.
There's the albumin and there's the shell,
But where's the yolk, pray tell?
Why, the soul! The essence of I, myself, and me!
My soul, made by God and always traveling.
A spiritual home, was once my souls abode,
And no boxes there to pack when I moved to my fleshly home.
All three parts of me living in this shell made of dirt and dust, Always quarreling, always a fuss.
My purity of Spirit urged me to do good, to be kind, forgiving, as I should...
And the flesh is feral, selfish, very easily offended.
Listening to self and demonic forces, not as God intended.
This battle has Raged for thousands of years,
But He made a way for us to live without fear!
Each part of me is so hungry! Hungry for food both physical and spiritual. Whichever we feed the most, grows the stronger still.
The flesh yearns for self-satisfaction, self-gratification...
While the Spirit looks for words of Truth and self Moderation.
Feed the Spirit to keep him strong and in control...
Starve the flesh of self and you'll keep a pure and happy soul!
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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