Last rites

Philippians 3:8-9    New English Translation

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, 9 and be found in him, not because I have my own righteousness derived from the law, but because I have the righteousness that comes by way of Christ’s faithfulness—a righteousness from God that is in fact based on Christ’s faithfulness.

 

Last rites

 

The best I have and the best I give appears like filthy rags

In the realm of Holiness, whatever I do comes not even close

The universe seems to decay like swollen bags under my eyes

After a restless night with little sleep causes an emotional overdose

 

Mother of pearl and flesh of swine walking hand in hand

No beauty is seen in their decay, just a form of vague survival

One for greed and one for meat sacrificed for the fallen man

Like all things that surround us, appearing like a fake revival

 

Heads of stone and hearts to match wearing down resistance

Of true love to stand and survive the onslaught of the day

The hunger is and always be to be filled with the love for others

In compassion and peace to fill eternal hope as that’s the only way

 

Not in self, the answer is found but in the creator

Who wants us to be all in All and join Him in that feast?

No more flesh as we know, no more of that hindrance

Just with Him and His Son settled down in peace

 

It is now that I have been delivered.

Now is here, and here is near, no waiting in the wings

Crucified with Christ, death has been defeated

Although it seems at times not the real thing

 

Pressing on to claim it, reaching out with both hands

All works now fall aside when I am gazing at the Son

All the things I planned are not to be compared

To attain all Christ has for me when the day is done.

 

Jan Wienen

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