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  • Chosen

    He wants to be chosen. He wants to be seen, He wants to be picked.

    He wants to be our first priority.

    We want to be our partner’s First priority.

    And we respect the one who doesn’t choose us. We let them go their own way.

    Why would God want anything different?

    If He knows a different way will lead to death, Why

    would He not warn us?

    But he did.

    He gave us that warning.

    and we are judged by what we know,

    by what we have heard,

    We are judged

    and what we have written on our hearts, we are judged.

    we know,

    but we choose not to listen

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  • Separation

    I’m trying to be fed by anybody but You

    I’m trying to rely on anyone but You. I’m trying–

    to rely on anything for You, Jesus.

    I don’t know why it feels like my sin hides me from you,

    I am not my sin.

    You have made me free of it.

    But it still clings to me, and it separates–

    it tells me it separates You and me.

    But that is a lie.

    Do I listen to a lie?

    Or do I listen to You, my King

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  • run

    run, run, the damage is done

    Babylon comes to stifle our fun.

    escape the light to blinding dark.

    stumble and flee the coming lark

    of pain and gain and misery’s plight.

    the salt is bland, the light’s grown dim,

    the pounding game begins.

    A war of attrition, a slow bleeding out

    keep your stand with enemies all around.

    Politics shift, Babylon arises—

    Again.

    An old form returns in the flesh.

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    run run humanity flees,

    sin binds and enthralls, keeps me on my knees

    the chains keep me raw,

    the weight makes me bleed.

    stooped and misshapen, I long to awaken.

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    they are comfort and familiar, yes it’s true.

    they are comfort and familiar yet I dispize them beyond measure.

    the chains weight me down, they rub me raw.

    calluses bleed like a toothless maw.

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    the binding is heavy, the weight beyond bareing

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  • stone heart

    confront the stone and drill right through

    hard rubble of calluses

    collapse before Him.

    Chips fly and sparks fry the air

    as compacted heart comes apart.

    the new heart transplant can be a

    finicky process and the old heart rebellious,

    stubborn to die.

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    the Excavator digging through the pain and grief-ite and pride-stone, riddled the old callused heart.

    So much pride-stone flecks of green in black, shame stone mirrors that looks endless but lead nowhere, and sparks of delusionite illumination that only blind

    the replacement is inevitable and deeply desired,

    but painful — none deny it.

    But to be of the Excavator’s flock a new heart is needed, required for survival.

    the old one will die.

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    so stone flints and flies, freezes and fries.

    The drilling and extraction continues.

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  • lemon a busted yellow fruit

    Lemon lemon a busted sell,

    a lied about item of little or no value.

    i feel like that. I feel I an a lemon purchased by God.

    my feelings preach this relentlessly.

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    I know this needs correction

    my mind know this is a lie.

    Lemon Lemon a yellow busted fruit,

    meandering a jungle

    unsure what happens after the next step.

    wandering in random directions, drifting to old paths.

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    a worthless item— and yet!

    a lemon in required for lemon-aid—most refreshing drink.

    The purification operation, intensive and precise.

    follow the steps, bear the fruit, be made whole and new

    follow the steps, be made new and whole not sour and rotten, follow the steps oh lemon little one.

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  • A lie

    “When acting out makes me feel more secure about my body.”

    acting in my addition

    strengthens the delusions of falsehood.

    witnessing the

    external beauty of others

    I don’t

    currently

    possess

    torments taunts teases.

    A lie I told myself,

    but facing the falseness is daunting.

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  • reminders

    reminders to write up and put on my door:

    Have you put on your

    armor today?

    What do you need

    to confess and turn away from

    when turning

    toward God?

    Is there currently any spiritual attack?

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  • wisdom and work

    things about wisdom and

    hard work

    I think the relevant portion for you is

    a child friendly filled-in illustration.

    something that a child could fill in,

    with each portion

    illustration of a man

    each verse having something that could be

    filled in color

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  • will not give up

    I have dealt with spiritual things all my life.

    when they know what buttons to push, they push them relentlessly

    and hard.

    when the buttons they can push are fewer, and you are about to break

    free, they push those buttons harder, and relentlessly.

    I will not give up. I will not surrender

    to my flesh. I will not give up.

    I am bought for a price.

    I know my value. It is beyond,

    what I can conceive.

    I will not give up, I will seek

    my King.

    I will pursue the cross and

    the price that was paid for me. I will not give up, though

    I fall in the mud and slide back covered

    in filth. I learn better the chains that hold me, and I see

    better where they are attached.

    I will not give up to the process.

    I am in the process of being made good I will not end that early.

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  • beats

    drumming rhythm keeping time

    marching ever onward

    beats that hound

    beats that found me at the bottom of a well

    I hit I strike

    I convolute,

    I missed my mark again.

    I try, I move on. Next beat comes.

    next beat comes.

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