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Not without effect: that's what your grace is,
While I wander here to there and place to places.
And I have this tender soul that craves you, you, Lord.
But this war waged in me is not fought with sword
But with prayer. What a wretched soul I am!
I tear my heart wholeheartedly from the "I Am."
And I fight you
And I crave you
And I lose you
And I have you
I spit on you
And I flirt with death
And I revile you
With every breath
But your love to me sinks deeper than my skin
As I open bleeding wounds and let you come in.
What a wretched soul I am! I don't do
What I would do. What I would not do, that I do.
And this has left me drained and weak. I long for
The freedom in these bones you up and died for.
When I beat you
And spit on you
Led you to death
And while you hung there
Not even earthquakes, ripping curtains could convict me.
Mistakenly I lost sight of your vict'ry.
Oh no: I chose my path and took my stand.
Death knocks. What a wretched soul I am!
Hmmmmmmmmmm.............
Your grace to me was not without effect:
My everlasting mindset's not correct.
My nature lives contrary to my spirit.
You whisper "live" despite I will not hear it.
I can't fight you.
Can't control you.
My spirit swells,
Longs to extoll you.
Why come ye here,
Oh soul of mine?
Do you not know, flesh?
Have you not heard, bones?
The Lord, my savior, everlasting is.
Come to know for once just what his grace is.
Mercies new each morning fall, are drenching
My thirsty soul in love that's unrelenting.
Even I grow tired and weary, worn and weak.
What have I then but hope I wouldn't seek?
What a wretched soul I am! I know this,
Yet I wander here to there and place to places.
This war within my members' terms are met.
His grace to me was not without effect.
While I wander here to there and place to places.
And I have this tender soul that craves you, you, Lord.
But this war waged in me is not fought with sword
But with prayer. What a wretched soul I am!
I tear my heart wholeheartedly from the "I Am."
And I fight you
And I crave you
And I lose you
And I have you
I spit on you
And I flirt with death
And I revile you
With every breath
But your love to me sinks deeper than my skin
As I open bleeding wounds and let you come in.
What a wretched soul I am! I don't do
What I would do. What I would not do, that I do.
And this has left me drained and weak. I long for
The freedom in these bones you up and died for.
When I beat you
And spit on you
Led you to death
And while you hung there
Not even earthquakes, ripping curtains could convict me.
Mistakenly I lost sight of your vict'ry.
Oh no: I chose my path and took my stand.
Death knocks. What a wretched soul I am!
Hmmmmmmmmmm.............
Your grace to me was not without effect:
My everlasting mindset's not correct.
My nature lives contrary to my spirit.
You whisper "live" despite I will not hear it.
I can't fight you.
Can't control you.
My spirit swells,
Longs to extoll you.
Why come ye here,
Oh soul of mine?
Do you not know, flesh?
Have you not heard, bones?
The Lord, my savior, everlasting is.
Come to know for once just what his grace is.
Mercies new each morning fall, are drenching
My thirsty soul in love that's unrelenting.
Even I grow tired and weary, worn and weak.
What have I then but hope I wouldn't seek?
What a wretched soul I am! I know this,
Yet I wander here to there and place to places.
This war within my members' terms are met.
His grace to me was not without effect.
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I AM
I AM
I AM Life, what I give is everlasting.
I AM the way. Follow me and you will be free.
I AM the bread. Read my word, for it is I, and you will find life there.
I AM the light that guides your path, with me you will not fall.
I AM LORD to those who obey my commands.
I AM Savior to those who feel sorry for being unfaithful to me, turning from the sin that separates us and confessing it, putting their confidence only in me.
I AM a friend to those who give up their lives in sacrifice for me.
I AM the cornerstone, I give strength to all who humble themselves and put faith and trust in me.
I AM the Prince of Peace, with me y
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Wendina
Her name was Wendina. She was known to be an outcast; a loser; a weirdo.
Wendina always wore a silver crucifix around her neck with a sapphire blue diamond in the middle. This alone subjected her to more name-calling and torture at school. Now she was known as "one of those insane preachers" that were seen along the road of the school.
Wendina eventually got tired of the name calling, the excessive bullying, and loneliness. So she talked to her best friend every night. Her best friend would hold her, kiss her, and tell her she was beautiful. Her best friend would listen to her, cry with her, and offer her advice. Her best friend promised he
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Who I am in Christ
I am accepted by Christ. "Christ accepted you so you should accept each other, which will bring glory to God." Romans 15:7
God loves me and has chosen me. "God loves you and we know he has chosen you." 1 Thessalonians 1:4
I am a child of God. "But all who did accept him and believe in him he gave the right to become children of God." John 1:12
As a Child of God, I am an heir with Christ. "If we are God's children, we will receive blessings from God together with Christ. But we must suffer as Christ suffered so that we will have glory as Christ has glory." Romans 8:17
I am a friend of Jesus. "I no longer call you servants, because a servant do
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I would love to hear this poem spoken out loud. The way you wrote it inspires my imagination, but it would be so cool to hear it the way the author intended it to be read.