Evident Differences

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Evident Differences

You see, I’m different than who I was, because, who was I?

 

The man that was different from who God wanted him to be

 

Though I’m changed, some refuse to choose as they look at me like I’m some mystery

 

Some fool who’s just drunk off 6,000-year-old history

 

I say, yes I’m drunk, but only in the spirit as Ephesians 5:18

 

What do you mean, they ask?

 

I mean that your knowledge has fallen, and cannot obtain this degree

 

Oh, that’s too bad, and so sad cause your talk is cheap; they add

 

Well you couldn’t pay the price; only God who graced us with His presence, gave the gift of sacrifice

 

Messiah, the Savior who saved me, goes by the name of Jesus Christ

 

Sure, you subdue the world’s test, but will you pass the New Test-I-Meant, and suffice

 

It requires an inspired mind, and those who are willing to pass the ball and play on His team

 

The ball of constant bounce, which bounces on the shimmery court, even fumbles and flips on the dirty grass, so your clothes might get unclean

 

I don’t like all this mess of words that you’re using; they make me want to hurt somebody because they only cause confusion

 

Sure you could hurt somebody, but your only hurting yourself

 

 When you lash out like Smash mouth, you throw away His temple, and your health

 

 I’m not sick, and I’m sure there’s medicine that can cure that

 

You are sick; your healing wasn’t permanent, from the Tylenol and Zantac

 

Please believe this infection kills millions more than anything else everyday

 

Then what your saying is that, this disease is worse than STD’s or Cancer that lies within?

Yes, now you understand, that what you suffer from is called SIN

 

Can you remind me of how I can get healing from this again?

 

Start like Genesis, end with Revelation, confess Jesus Christ is Lord of your situation, and just begin

 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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