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I sound the same
I expect that I sounded different in my oldest poems
As I have changed
But I found that I was still the same spirited, kicking, take it or leave it Dynamo as I am now
So your and my spirit never change
Only we change
If our spirit does not change
Then what changed?
The person
The flesh
The Bible says "those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires" as in Galatians 5:24
That means it can be changed
But can we change our spirit if we want to?
Can we make it happy or sad or bad?
No
We cannot control it
It always stays constant
whether we are happy or sad or bad
Did you ever see your spirit man rise up in you
in moments of indignation, frustration, vexation?
That is your spirit kicking in
It does not earn that name for nothing
Everybody has a spirit
that keeps you from dying
whether it's a spiritual death or a live one
It can lay dormant
Or burst up in a moment's notice
Don't evoke it
Or you will with it's wrath
I am talking for another person's notice
And it will go the same for you
Don't incur another's wrath
Because you are messing with a person's being
That's about it for now
Some education for you
Go find something to do
Don't incur my wrath haha
God so loved the world
a world rejecting this love
but God elected out of mercy
His own flock destined for above
That He gave His only son
to go all the way to Golgotha
dying for the sins of His own
this planned by the divine author
That whoever believes in Him
believing in Jesus brings salvation
as God calls come and be saved
from every tribe, tongue and nation
May not die but have eternal life
God desires blessing for His own sheep
So to escape eternal spiritual death
but receive endless redemption to keep
The gospel of John chapter 3 verse 16
has an amazing promise to all
having a particular love on whoever
to not die but obey His urgent call
('God so loved the world that He gave His only son that whoever believes in Him may not die but have eternal life' John 3:16)
I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day when one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separated by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King
Moses is dead.' For the Lord buried him, all who live under
The Mosaic law.' Are awaiting death.' Not just death of the
Body.' That is all our lot.! Yet a spiritual death to be ripped
Away from God.' Torn as are your garments .' A sign of loss
A sign of sadness.' Yet in God is fullness of joy.' Jesus is
Alive for (His Father raised Him up!) In God there is also fullness
Of life.' Gods eyes run throughout the earth seeking those
Who are up-right.' God comes to humanity for humanity can
Not find God.' So shall Jesus return with a great shout.! At
The trumpet call.' And the dead in Him shall rise first.' Then
Those of us who are left shall be taken up to meet Him but
( he comes first ) Seeking his people.' Isreael still follows the
Law.' And its veil is over their eyes.' As the scapegoats run
Free.' And sin is a great weight.' Tied together upon its Peoples backs.' Be you not yoked together' with unbeleivers.' Yet seek out wisdom she can be found in the
streets she calls out in the marketplace.' Today if you hear
Gods voice do not harden your hearts; as you did as you
Did in the day of rebellion.' Rather find a new source and do things
Pleasing to God.' For you will not see; true peace until.' Until you say
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.!
I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day where one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separate by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King
It’s always a surprise to me
That people are so deeply anxious
Worried beyond what I could believe
Would ever frighten any of our beliefs
Horrible feelings that seem so miserable
Potently searing our dreams and visions
It’s always a shock that shows me
How intensely and atrociously we have
Learned to see our lives from trepidation
Alarmed and panicked, we continue to go
Forward toward a nightmare that fills us
With distress and dread for the future days
It’s always a wonder that rouses me
With it’s frightened feelings of dread
Terror that all we’ve been and shared
Will soon be a distant part of our history
A yearning for the past will intrude on our
Serenity, sweet feelings of thirsting for yesteryear
It’s always a startling thought inside me
That causes my heart to feel the fear of these days
Where a mere breath can be the source
Of panic that sends waves of anxiety and distress
Colors so bleak they caress with their prayers
Hues of nocturnal darkness and storms of apprehension
It’s always a astonishing concept that reaches me
With it’s suffering and cold, hard fear of the moments
Spent dreading tomorrow and all that will unfold
With this history making moment coping and hoping
For the time when we will not need a mask to cover us
Or six feet of isolation to reach out and touch our unease
It’s always a dread that leaves me feeling dampened
By the waters of lost dreams and fears that beckon me
With their pure disillusionment and disappointment
Feelings that cause me to know without any doubt
I will soon discover how dreaded a motive this virus brings
To those who suffer with fear and anxiety of sickness
Soon I believe I will know that there needs to be peace within
Repose for the mystery that we have succumbed to in
Our spirits… it is spiritual death to those of us who know
Love for others and love for God is the answer to our prayers
And all that holds any meaning within this song and dance
That covid19 has us moving to in our deep distress
My isolation philosophy is this… to live as if today is the last!
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July 28, 2020
There is a gentle whisper, deep inside the heart,
it tries to show the way, for us to do our part.
It’s gentle tugging, to fill our heart with love,
to move in peace, as we live in God above.
To learn to forgive, as we have also been forgiven,
learning to love, makes life more worth the liven.
To walk in His goodness, and to hear His voice,
to be led by His whisper, is only by our choice.
The HolySpirit, strives with us each day,
to listen to His pleading, from the bitterness, walk away.
Those thing’s of the darkness, they’re borne in the heart,
they bring forth a spiritual death, when we give them part.
We know what is good and bad, dark and light,
that gentle whisper guides us, to do what is right.
On the other hand, this driving force is clear,
where there is no love, chaos draweth near.
In Hades flows a Stygian river
of sorrows—a river of great despair!
It's a spiritual death that we all share
that napalms our lives and rots our liver.
Beware! Its undercurrent of dire doom
drowns us with heartless joy—it does not care,
and burdens us with more than we can bear.
We're like cadavers in a cold, stone tomb
from which can be felt and heard the death knell
where heaven is laid waste and God is dead,
as if we’re just a breath away from hell.
Here, where living souls dare not swim or tread,
we are like phantoms—like ghosts in a shell.
Yet, we fear not hell. But despair we dread!
No one can save you, except your own soul hidden in the depths,
you will be thrown again and again into storms that seem insurmountable,
they will try to catch you in their web of shadows and masks,
to extinguish your light, to make you give up, to die slowly in silence,
but your soul, only it can save you from this abyss,
and it will be so easy to fall, to lose yourself in the darkness,
but no, no, do not let yourself fall prey to the cold wind,
look at it with eyes of fire, listen to it like an echo,
do you want to become like them? A shadow without face, without heart, without soul?
Do you want to feel death whispering to you before your time?
No one can save you, only you, the one in the mirror of your dreams,
you are worthy of being saved, it is a battle hard to win,
but if any victory is worth it, this is the one,
think about it, about saving your deepest self,
your spiritual, visceral, magical self,
the one that sings in silence and shines in the darkness,
save it, do not join those who live in the shadow of spiritual death,
keep your essence with humor and grace, like a dancing flame,
and, if needed, wager on yourself in this fight,
defy the odds, defy the cost,
only you can free your soul from chains, do it, do it,
then you will truly understand what it is about, about the power within you.
Quickened by the Lord from grievous spiritual death,
I’m alive in Christ, bestowed with eternal life
Having the Holy Spirit actively working
My soul always longs for triumphant revival.
As human frailty grips my carnal personhood
I confess succumbing to temptation’s attacks
Thus, I need God’s power of revival fervor
To lift me up against sin-caused distress and fall.
Cleaving to my Saviour’s grace and mercy
I persevere for righteous service endeavours
Knowing that He leads me by His perfect wisdom
Ready to revive* me for faithful stewardship tasks.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
June 26, 2019