There are corpses in the body
dead bones not brought to life
the stench of which we recognize
as discord, fear and strife
In Christ we are one spirit
unified in battle, hearing
in what some think love
a covert hiss and rattle
In the meadow lies a snake
that mighty God conceals
from those who trust in their own take
but to sheep on knees, reveals
The mind of Christ is given
to those who give up theirs
and not before we understand
that He knows wheat from tares
In his own assumption
Peter reasoned Christ,
questioning the Author
-- how can a cross give life?
The pride of our own thinking
boasts in carnal wisdom
Can you smell the stench of incense
that cannot reach the kingdom?
How docile we've become
Our logic so mistaken
We cannot hear when Christ is saying,
"Get behind me, Satan"
We cannot serve two masters
Or sanctify our flesh
God's thoughts are not made ours
until we put it straight to death
His higher ways are better
though we think we know what's good
Put upon his alter and letter
fallen minds on which we stood
Amos 4:10 Jeremiah 9:23, Jeremiah 7, Proverbs 1:23, Isaiah 55:8-9, Romans 8, Matthew 10:37, James 4, Luke 9
Let's examine these scriptures and pray that we untether ourselves from worldly comfort and our own understanding with the sword of the spirit.
"Decide now. A time must come -- if it hasn't already-- when we must decide whom we are going to displease Christ or this generation" - Greg Morse
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