Good news.
There is more than this life.
There’s more than just the flesh.
And the ones who made it all
flesh, and spirit, and everything,
pay for every mistake
that we ever did, or could make.
Those mistakes separate us from Him
and He paid for them.
He covered our bill.
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The One who created all good things,
wants to give us better things
If we want to be with Him,
though being with Him is the best.
The doorway through which we enter
is His Son.
This is the good news.
Purpose alights upon my ship
it lands to lead me thus:
to follow Christ wherever He goes.
and I will trust him thus:
with my life and all I think I own
even beyond my last breath.
Though He kill me, yet I will trust Him
and offer my defense
I cannot out clever
its Creator
I cannot out craft
the Craftiest Maker
I cannot be more clever
than cleverness’s Maker. There are no shortcuts to the Way
Follow the path.
Follow the path.
Follow the path.
The way is the Truth and the Life
He is the only door
Jesus Christ
I paid for the privilege of feeling like meat
and you choose to cast away what we might have.
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I paid for the privilege of feeling elevated to meat,
I leave it behind for the possibility of you, and you
refuse it.
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I have another who’ll not reject me,
another who’s pursued me forever
He’ll take what I give and then demand more besides.
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To serve Him is a privilege I’ll always abide
To seek Him, His face, He’s been with me every moment.
He’ll not reject me, He’ll not leave me.
He already paid.
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I paid real money for the privilege of feeling like meat,
But He paid for me,
He paid the cost of all of me.
He paid the price for everything I could ever be
and more.
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It’s a privilege shared by all, but many refuse to call.
He respects my choices,
That’s part of the point.
I’d rather be chosen then left.
My quietude is gone. My quietude is
over I mourn those days
days of solitude but no solace days
of quiet days
of Peace.
Peace remains.
Joy begins.
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I cling to my quiet solitude I mourn its passing
I mourn the loneliness. I mourn the pain
I mourn the lies that are all dead. The days of my quietude are
done
that version of me is dead
it has been mourned it is lost. It is not worth retrieving
it like yesterday
it is gone
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my quietude is over. My wings are spread I
flap and fly and soar above the clouds
I draw eyes
I welcome others. I coordinate
communities
my quiet solitude is over
my quiet solitude is gone
companionship
is here
companionship has begun.
I seek Your face I walk in Your ways
I burn for You
the one You have in store for me
meanders by my side
we are not yet committed. If I focus on them, it drives them
away. I focus on You and I run
and I know You have better in store for me than I could imagine as I start to juggle
I marvel at Your gifts
my days of quietude are done
my quietude is dust
I have better things now.
My value is in God alone. I do not see my
greatness I seek it
I recognize it
but to be great is to
serve
The God of wisdom and delight,
pleasure and pain.
Joy and terror
who knows of each
knows them all
knows their context and their purpose.
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The God of the ridiculous, God of the sublime
God of sternness, God of humor
God of death
God of parenting
God of infancy
God of age,
God of teenage hormones
God of the foolish
God of the wise
God of stars and trees and rocks
God of ice and fire, wind and water God of
plasma
God of spirit
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Applying gender of the physical equipment is a limitation far beneath Him
God is so much more than equipment.
God of every type of genitals
God of every sex
God of every gender
God of sex
God of childbirth God of menstruation God if testosterone
God of the feminine God of the masculine
You will lift the chains that
bind me
you free me from my bondage
you free me from the trap
I’ve
fallen in
to cleanse me from the
mud
you take me from the trap.
You heal my wounds.
Praise you Jesus. I praise you Father God
God, that is true
I did not ask what I should do
I did not involve You in my plans
I did not place it in Your hands
I think to hold it all on my own
with my power I don’t want to hear You groan
under the weight of my burden
I know You are mighty, beyond compare
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Your strength surpasses mine like a Tiger’s surpasses
a strand of hair
I do my part,
I bring what is needed,
I bring what I can
I place it in your hand.
What we forget about sheep and what small dogs teach us in their place:
How easily they hurt themselves
and how cute they are.
How valuable they are.
How precious to us, not just for what they give us,
but for who and what they are;
precious,
and valued,
and just as adorable.
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Small dogs may be smarter
and do not need to be rescued,
as often
but just like sheep
the little ones wouldn’t
really survive and
thrive
on their own without us.
Martin Write 