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2 Corinthians 3:2-3 

You are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read by all men; 3 clearly you are an epistle of Christ, ministered by us, written not with ink but by the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of flesh, that is, of the heart.

 

 

How much do you see living through me

in reaching out for what’s lost?

So that “Hope” within me that surrounds what is free

to discover all that’s at a loss.

To be bound to secure so than in Truth to endure

is the primary goal for my God.

In the willingness that’s mine through visions sublime

to serve Him freely or not.

 

Through obedience instilled with the Spirit then filled

in the ways that bring no harm.

In that to ensure and refreshed to be pure

in the shelter of His arms.

To follow Him therewith no doubts or snare

Towards the path my Savior has trod.

To bring the lost near to be delivered from fear

through the One who paid all the costs.

 

His fragrance to share with understanding and care

with angels protecting what’s His.

For Glory to be as you’re being freed

in Eternity’s embrace filled with bliss

 

Jan Wienen

 

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