SO MUCH BUILDING houses in time, for the dead to sleep. WHEN the Tribe of Christ, SLEEPS IN the Tent of LIVING God, BY His Presence. This world of time is but temporary dreams of children of darkness, that always RUN FROM the Light that Removes everything of darkness BY Light OF Brightness on the dust, earth, TIME. ALL the Soul NEEDS, MUST HAVE TO Live NOT die, IS the Presence, Substance OF Life, FAITH.
Yes WHERE THERE IS fear, human spirit, THERE the hesitation of death TO COME UNTO Life. The Finger on THE Hand OF God, HAS WRITTEN, ENGRAVED Truth BY INK, INVISIBLE to flesh BUT Known, Lived BY Body OF Christ BOWNED IN SUMISSION TO the Thought Life OF Jesus.
O Lord, Spirit and TRUTH, HOW CAN I Serve ANY other THAN God. I AM Chained BY Spirit TO the Mind, Heart of God, Father OF LIVING SOULS, by His Spirit BREATH I NOW Live, until Moment Chosen to Depart leave behind flesh of disobedience, FOR the Flesh, Garment of Christ, the Garment of Bride. The Love I HAVE, IS Spirit, CHAINS OF Love I YIELD my NEW Self, Soul, I GO wheresoever He Leads, NEEDS me TO Serve His Presence TO ALL.
No comments:
Post a Comment