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The Journey Home – I Timothy 4:12



Such heavy words come down like darkened clouds upon a guilty soul,

Whom, though struggling through the darkness, seeking to become whole—

Falls flatly on the face of grace, stumbling o’er his very flesh;

Recognizing painfully so, these steps all lead to certain death.

“Be thou an example of believers” to those who waddle past;

Yet it seems the best that I can do is to tangle up within their grasp.

Why, just the other day I tripped o’er my blazing, wagging, raging tongue

In the presence of another believer who must have thought me dumb.

‘Tis bad enough to falter in the darkness all alone—

But to manifest a twisted heart— that only drives the horror home.

While I often find some solace in those humbling words of Paul:

“….the good I would, I do not,” as the evil overcomes.

I concede there is a danger of a twisted sense of liberty;

An awry crutch to lean upon giving false hope to my ignominy.

Charity, His spirit, simple faith and purity—

Do I dare to even think these things exist inside of me?

It’s time to sink spurs in my flesh and bring those sharp reminders home;

Purity precedes the peace-in-heart that we each seek on the journey home.


© j hanning 2009

Dear Jonalfred:

Your personal anguish is with biting words beautifully wrought; I can relate to your sentiments.

Many thanks,

CoCo

We're all in this together dear heart... and O my, but what crooked sticks we are at times. But the dear Lord knows all about it and He tenderly prods us into the right direction as He somewhat winks at our weakness... and our ignorance. The very fact that in places like this one that there are so many views shows us two things; 1] that there is a great need for His shining light to come and dispel our apparent darkness, and 2] that we each are struggling, grasping, reaching out to Him for the revelation of His heart to ours and for the establishment of His fast approaching Kingdom.

God bless you (very much)

jonalfred :heartbeat: :heartbeat: :heartbeat:

Conscience Toward God



Contemplating my position in the present grand collage,

I sit thinking of my Maker and this thing we call His bidding

This I’d follow in each item if my flesh were not so weak,

Still I note that He has spoken; We will fail and He’s not kidding.

That is, we falter in our effort, yet He smiles on our attempt,

To replicate His very image in our hearts and in our tents.

So while others on the outside seek to assess our every move,

Let’s continue our commencement with some solid evidence,

That we’ve heard Him, thus responding to the call that He has given.

Shall we prove that His kind offer has fallen not on ears of tin?

Since He is the record keeper, realize our work’s remembered,

The day will come when those will note, we were trying to help them in.

© j a hanning – September 2009