Jesus, the Spirit of Truth
I was lowered into a grave of fickle flesh.
Royal robes stripped, I submitted to the battering
will of I AM.
His love pulls starved faith
onto nourishing knee and tucks truth
into my stories–stirring souls to adventure life.
My life willingly pick-pocked by man’s understanding,
as Satan plumps his purse with the clink-clink of despair.
In the garden, I grafted man to me.
Plant saints and sinners in the fertile
soil of my tilled blood.
Root righteous oaks of transformed lives
by streams of fulfillment.
Display my glory.
Build a testament with the screaming
Tap, tap, tap,
of nails into my hands.
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Turning Your Page
Poetry is a way of studying the nature of God and how he loves you. Spend time walking wooded paths, well-tended gardens and linger by streams. All described in scripture by the psalmist, God, and Jesus. Growth comes from an awareness that he is both sovereign and near.
- How do you view God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit?
- Describe something in nature that stands out to you as an aspect of God’s provision and nature?
- What questions do you have about God’s character?
Lord, open my eyes to the truth of who you are, not who I think you might be. Quicken my heart, that I may know what part you have in my life. Amen
Wow. Really deep and really makes me think. I love this one.
very good! way to be a voice…
Thank you! Merry Christmas.