Serve

Luke 16:13 New English Translation (NET Bible)

13 No servant can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.”

 

Serve.

 

Who is the master of my soul ... who gives all the orders?

Is it in search of comfort and directed by my flesh?

Does it only understand that voice of self-importance?

Are its ears just geared to the body at its best?

 

When sin rules within a life ... where is the restriction?

The spirit quenched and stowed away ... it will not interfere.

As sin consumes all it can take with it greedy passion,

all that’s left is death and stench in the now and the here.

 

My soul takes all the orders from whosoever rules.

The energy it releases ... will not segregate.

The life, we think, is our soul ... dissects and describes

all its own desires ... in sin’s full embrace.

 

Life’s disposition is entrained in our soul.

The nature of sin’s initials is carved in its walls.

Seldom shorts out ... in following directions

accepting un-equivalently its own master’s call.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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