(Christian Poem) Living In The Spirit Of Christ

LIVING IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRIST

 

The human brain can be separated from the host body

Yet the Spirit of God cannot be separated from the brain

Can the Soul of a human be taken from the grasp of God

The Spirit of God and the Soul of a man are not the same

If the Spirit of God indwells even Satan cannot separate you

 

Everyday man kills the body of many sheep belonging to Jesus

Christians love and meekness are counted as weakness to many

Yet Satan nor man can separate God’s love from His believers

Christ now sits at the right hand of the Father interceding for us

Satan can lay nothing at the charge of the Holy Spirit led believer

 

If the Spirit of Christ be within us, the Principalities hold their peace

Know ye not that all things work for the betterment of true Believers

God’s Spirit knows the hearts, minds and Souls of all who love Him

For those who love Him, His Spirit intercedes in our lives and prayers

Living in His Spirit, Christ gives us the glory of God’s love everlasting

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Peace In Death?

PEACE IN DEATH?

 

Celebrations of one’s life, or solitude at the grave of one’s death

When dust lay upon one’s face is it rest that has finally found us

The Politician nor the Lion can harm the Soul of one who is sleeping

Do evil ones lay in their grave rotting, hoping there is no more

Life is like a vapor in that it is here, and then in a blink, it is not

 

We pray unto God that He will grace us with health and with peace

Yet when He answers us, we try to turn our face from His answers

How is it that we do not know the voice of the Lord that is within us

How can one hide from He who has control of our bones and our Soul

Whether we are good or we are pure evil, we all will return to the dust

 

Can we by searching find out the mysteries of God or of this life

age gives wisdom of the flesh, yet from Spiritual knowledge, we hide

Dementia takes away the wisdom and the understanding of the Ancient

We barter with He who creates and destroys Nations, what are we to He

Our Dust is silent yet the Soul sleeps waiting for the Trumpet to hear