Free gift

Philippians 3:8 

More than that, I now regard all things as liabilities compared to

the far greater value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord,

for whom I have suffered the loss of all things—

indeed, I regard them as dung!—that I may gain Christ,

 

Exception in values

 

Wandering around the Cross ... never resurrected

Trampling in the Blood of Christ, the only begotten Son

Always wondering why … no one is connected

to you and your ideas when work needs to be done

 

There is no simple reason why it stayed just in the head

The Gospel as provided should have gotten to the heart

So keep insisting on and on and so constantly being had

through mental interpretations and being filled with smarts

 

Shame, Oh shame! ... Is my life as a Christian

Labeled in the open of what I am really not

But I believe and on that I am insisting

Good on the outside while the inner seems to rot

 

Deceiving self always ... what a foretaste of a great failure

Going on without God’s direction on a road of trackless sand

Many footsteps intermixing as most seem to be turning back

In the circles of their imagination ... the beaten of the land

 

Others follow these infractions ... spiritual sickness the disease

A price was paid for Salvation ... at a cost beyond perception

No other cure in the making ... for it is here not to please

All what needs to be done ... is to accept the free gift from Heaven

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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