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patience is a virtue
Contributed by
voiceinthewilderness
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Thursday, 20th May 2004 @ 01:59:52 AM in AEST
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patience is a virtue, God knows that i urge to hurt you, and its hard to understand, spiritual warfare's in his hand. Yet that doubt lingers bout, all a my emotions hangin out. O my god give me strength to undertake all mistakes and to confide while inside your high and wide and lightened face, and be embraced by your love and by your mercy and your grace to daily face all the traces of my sinful situations, cause evil spirits penetratin, frustration between relations, aggitation sensation in my working concentration, inconsistent alligations at my job and at my station. People claiming their frienship yet theyre stealin all my stuff, who can i speak to that knows that only god is enough? He's my Lord, he's my God He's got hold of all my trust, he's my father he's my king until i die, and since was i was dust. Either way he knows now because back then he knew now. If it was to be, it is to be like its been in all of history, mystery? i'll agree, when i see i'll let you know. until i do, think it through, that you may not be depraved or enslaved, in chains, engraved into your brain. Mind gamed, and drained, in total dissarray, absentee in the mind and in a double bind, co-signed, entwined, with the devil and his demons. Thinkin back when i was young and all the times i shoulda obeyed, all the times i broke the rules, knowing i shoulda behaved. One wouldn't be in this state, one wouldn't be in this hell. Instead, just listen to your concience and confess your sins to Jesus -God says that its an impossible gap that lies between us and on your heart its been engraved that to live is of Christ and to die is of gain, to escape eternal death and by blood you may be saved. And be, Set free, fly high above the worldly ways. Being in Christ, sippin orange slice, isn't it nice,knowin that youre heaven bound? Off the ground, off the chain, off the hook and off the wall, flyin high in the sky without the plank up in your eye, sanctified, flesh is fried, death is gone eyes open wide. I can see, i can breathe, i can live, i can give, i can bless without distress, provide and be provided for. No more, abhore all the idols of my past. Indeed, be clean, since my spirits have been hurled cause greater is he that is in me than the one who is in the world. I've become a vessel in white, purified as in his sight, refined by the fire and up to seven times stronger. Oh lord my god, how wonderous is your holy name, for i once was smart, but youve since put my game to shame. Precious Jesus, to me you are so grand, for i once was mold but now been molded in the potter's hands. You know all my thoughts and of what they're all worth. You're not like everyone else because you've know me since before my birth. You've segregated my sin, separated it from the light and you'll fight it, override it, just despite it, ostracize it, minimize it, utilize it, for the prize of eternal lives of your faithful servants and their cries. Soon and very soon, i am gonna see the king. Satan'l be in a sling like the king of babylon, ping pong ding dong and right there he'll be gone. He's gonna wish he was in hong kong rather than had tempted God's children, cause in him we abide, and one day we'll arrive and in total of totalities gonna be for real alive. So underseiged is the devil and exposed will be his fakeness, undertaken is his bacon - with his whole world of hurtin' and hatin'. unresigned but undermined are all his plans for mass murders, child hurters and burglars, thieves, mobs and mafias, wife beaters and cheaters, salvation incompleters, but all the godly mind-setted, repented, pure white and holy intented, christ wedded, and embedded into the rock of his holiness - taken away will be their tears, taken away will be neglection, taken away will be all pain and the throes of the rejection section. It's all a done deal, the battle's already been won. Cause of the messiah, cause of the christ, the prince of peace who without price gave us the choice for an underserved paradise. So this here is to praise God, cause no longer am i a fraud. Been cleansed by the blood and by his undying faithfulness. With his eternal endurce through the ongoing greivance cause of my sinful inclinations and hesitation infiltration of the abstract illustration of the potion of emotion, connotating a single notion that the grand master plan isn't in the almighty's hand. it's a lie that doesn't seem to die, give it time, a little time, talk to god - he'll answer - it's not a facade.
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Re: patience is a virtue
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by Always on
Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 07:06:05 PM AEST
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| I might be a man but this still rings rue...*s*, thx for the read. |
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Re: patience is a virtue
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by emystar on
Saturday, 6th August 2005 @ 09:09:23 AM AEST
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Wow this one is a biblical masterpeice in it's self. We all fall short from time to time.
Really good work.
huggs, smiles,
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