In this process of holy
One must always submit
As long as you tithe
No sin is necessary to admit
Walk around with authority
No self-doubt permitted
No guilt or shame
Over violence you've committed
When the pool of healing
Is stirred by angels unknown
Jump in with full assurance
That you, my brother, are fully grown
A shepherd in good standing
Fully approved by god
To herd your lambs at will
And utilize that staff and rod
When others get out of line
Though you are worse than they
Only God himself is over you
So, not one of them can say, to you, NAY!
...this is the contract you signed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-07-2026
Once, vice and ignorance conspired
The soul of Man to destroy
Thus their wicked forces combined
And came up with the perfect ploy
First, they thought, that proper would be
Man's faith to obliterate
In that way, their plan could succeed
Man, from his Lord to separate
They worked really very hard
Their evil scheme to apply
But they did fail miserably;
For God chose Man to sanctify!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 January 2021
Stubborn root I pretend is not there.
In truth, it’s an eyesore I can not bear.
I tried chopping it out to no avail.
With blistered hands that are certain to fail.
Root clings to earth with an iron death grip.
Claws at my soul amidst scattered wood chips.
The root within is most stubborn of all.
It has been growing ever since the Fall.
Defeat is the undone and diminished.
Hope is knowing it’s already finished.
God’s poems are not finger-stabbed to tiny screens,
hurtful, unkind, sent unseen, abbreviated and unpunctuated,
short and shorthanded, words landed without care or thought.
He does not swipe to left or right, or judge by wealth, or dress, or sight.
Despite the shabby staining sin, He counts it treasure, concealed within,
and infinitely patient, crafts His hidden Word, ‘til all His work is done,
and then that work shall be revealed, son’s glory, for His beloved Son.
SANCTIFICATION
changing day by day
as the Holy Spirit guides
possessed by His love
2/24/2018
Can a Christian truly know
that they are in God's will
the Bible would say so
so they may climb God's holy hill
To be sanctified by God's spirit
being filled continually so
that holiness would fill us
so to sin we may say no
God's holy spirit must be
indwelling us every day
so we be sanctified
effecting all we do and say
Be sure to live in the spirit
displaying all it's good fruit
for without such evidence
shows poison at its root
Do we know God's will
are we truly sanctified
Christ indwelling our heart
if not we have died
poetgord@2013
Forest undergrowth,
Submits to the rising sun:
Rays of forgiveness.
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