TIMES OF MEDITATIONS AND CONVERSATIONS

Life was most certainly breathed into us;

   Yet, that didn’t changed we were formed from the dust;

Jesus was the first Son ever, by appointment and inheritance;

   He was the expression of God’s glory and purpose...

and took upon Himself...us. 

My soul (that’s emotion and logical mind),

   has a strong enough will, most of the time...

to try to demand the thing that I’ve sown...

   will continue to be reaped by Jesus alone. 

Thou He is the same yesterday and today,

   do I not have to listen to what He has to say? 

But, rather, mock Him with un-discipline; 

   Was ‘that’ The Good News He presented to men?

Or is this what I have turned it into...

   because I want to do what I want to do?

Oh, I’ll dress it up and make it look good...

   but His power isn’t there like He said that it would...

first, for me so that there would be

   power in my life to set me free...

from every way that let’s my soul lead;

   from every way I’ve allowed to deceive...

so that I can’t stop any pain and decay...

  because I hoped He’d let me live my own way;

I’ve never liked the word “obey”,

   because it causes me much discomfort;

Yet, I remember, He had to say: 

His domain resides within and I am not my own;

   bought with a great price; I belong to Him;

My temple is now His home.  

These benefits we love and try to demand...

   that He, in fact, should live by our plan;

I haven’t been able to sell that package;

   Thus, decay is in progress...to my great dis-advantage!

And yet, when my spirit agrees with His,

   the way that I’ve sown won’t let me live...

without a care and trust that He will...

   join me there...I protect myself...still.

Very controlling, this “harvest of will”;

   Seems my time’s spent weeding this garden;

I wonder...Has that been given to me? 

   Is this another care taken on by “works”...from the enemy? 

If I don’t hear from You, the reason I’m here,

   how can I say “yes” or “no”...

to every challenge present to me;

   Perhaps the reason weeds grow.

The first thing You said: Come and follow Me...

   I would think means: Do what you did;

Is this Your Perfect Law of Liberty...

   since we’ve both been raised from the dead?

When I have been able to apply this to me...

   what You said manifested to actually see:

That You fought the battle that’s already won;

   When I moved on this, it glorified Your Son. 

You’d think that would break control of my will...

   Yet, with each new day, it’s habitual still...

to want to do what I’m familiar with;

   Thus, not allowing Your life to exist. 

It’s hard even to maintain great gratitude;

   A statement of which I’m not proud;

I might only think this in times past...

   but never say it out loud. 

You said, Out of the abundance of my heart...

   my mouth speaks;

Certainly not the harvest resurrected life eats!

   I find great comfort in Your intercession;

So I’ll keep looking for the power of Your Resurrection!