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Cultural sin...vile but packaged as pure. Poetry is a way for me to express what I am helpless to verbalize. I cry out for the world y'all.


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A Poetic Comment on Cultural Sin

Society in general tends to beautify sin.

Normalize sin.

Cultural sin...vile but packaged as pure. Poetry is a way for me to express what I am helpless to verbalize. I cry out for the world y'all.

In reality sin is dark, crude, and filthy.

Steaming excrement.

The masses cry to turn off the light,

when truth tries to penetrate.

A brutal confrontation with one’s own darkness

in comparison to our Savior’s purity

is the beginning of everything.

Of everything!

Stand before the inner darkness oh soul,

vomit from the stench,

then purposely,

painfully,

let Jesus burn the evil within

to oblivion

until all that is left

is light.

Cultural sin...vile but packaged as pure.  Poetry is a way for me to express what I am helpless to verbalize.  I cry out for the world y'all.

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Have you ever prayer for something for a LONG time, something that hurts your heart, something that has become a depressing ritual of petition to the Father? Have you ever seen a glimmer that your vigil is coming to an end? A speck of hope?


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Is Your Endurance Inspired by Hope?

Have you ever prayed for something for a LONG time, something that hurts your heart, something that has become a depressing ritual of petition to the Father?  Have you ever seen a glimmer that your vigil was coming to an end?  A speck of hope?  A crumb the Father sends to you to let you know things are not quite as desperate as once thought?  An endurance inspired by hope?  1 Thessalonians 1:2-3

Have you ever prayer for something for a LONG time, something that hurts your heart, something that has become a depressing ritual of petition to the Father?  Have you ever seen a glimmer that your vigil is coming to an end?  A speck of hope?

 

Hope

In the blindness of the dark, it is the feel of a hand on your back.

In the panic of falling, it is the open chute.

In the drifting sailboat, it is the kiss of a breeze.

In the confusion of lies, it is the whisper of truth.

In the isolation of self, it is the elbow in the ribs.

In the sadness of despair, it is the embrace of love.

Hope

 We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. Romans 5:3-5 NLT

And hope, when fully realized, brings a life of joy…even while you wait.

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...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries. The poet must write!


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THANKSGIVING AND A POET KING

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries. The poet must write!

David

A young shepherd. A meadow.  A flock.  A day.

A hunted giant killer.  A cave.  An army.  A day.

A dancing king.  A procession.  The ark.  A day.

A sorrowful murderer.  A son’s death bed.  A stolen wife.  A day.

David’s poetic soul, full of the Holy Spirit, ends a day with what poetic minds are born to do, making comparisons, seeing the figurative,  noticing holy similes and lofty metaphors.  Life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries.  The poet must write!

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries. The poet must write!

 

Psalm 103:1-5

Let all that I am praise the Lord;
    with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name.
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
    may I never forget the good things he does for me.
He forgives all my sins
    and heals all my diseases.
He redeems me from death
    and crowns me with love and tender mercies.
He fills my life with good things.
    My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries.  The poet must write!

 

Psalm 30

4 Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!
    Praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
    but his favor lasts a lifetime!
6 Weeping may last through the night,
    but joy comes with the morning. 

11 You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
    You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
12 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

 

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries.  The poet must write!

Happy Thanksgiving y’all!

Read more about David’s life here.

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