Imprisoned

Galatians 3:22 

22 But the scripture imprisoned everything under sin so that the promise could be given—because of the faithfulness of Jesus Christ—to those who believe.

 

 

Imprisoned

 

Oh! My dear spirit,

you are the only one I know

that patiently waits to be set free

to take my heart in tow.

 

You don’t have a mind of your own.

You just want to use mine

to change it to the image

of my Lord Divine.

 

The Holy Spirit gently

shows you the purpose of God

and guides and directs you

or the flesh is willing or not.

 

How can you ever conquer

my will, my mind  and feelings,

while they’re such busybodies

without eyes nor ears appealing.

 

When The Lord redeemed me,

He brought Life to my spirit.

I simply locked Him away

as my flesh now my “will” inherits.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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