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i no longer yearn to bring a pin or type a word that comes to mind, so i realize that my journey is about to change. today i post my thoughts about a dream that never comes and just like now i get stuck here in my lost calling that holds me up in this self made purgatory, then draws me away to a time in my mind i cant escape. lessons learned drift apart from the me that i used to be. fore the me that you think you know has been lost to another that i have come to be. i no longer wish to share the love of the King by sitting by and waiting for a read. me flicker burns more like a flame when i think about the ones that i cant save. the wishes of a lost soul drives an urge to reach a harvest that has not ripened to a need.
what shall i say then, to those lil sheep that has a goat of a time saturated with the dew of a morning sin that dulls a light i try to bring. its faith that brings me to my knees and makes me think about a love that has filled a cup that can no longer contain the spring that never slows its pace. ive tried to speak to it but my passion wears a thin line when it comes to think. those rocks that understands a God that has been taught by men is not a God i can see. the lovers of sin has taken hold of the books that are read on sundays. some of His words when spoken can taint the town that breeds the life that we all led. no longer should man say to a man what Jesus should speak to the heart.
so how can i tell them the love they seek is not the love they found? helping a neighbor to get a head is like praying for peter to please a paul. we are what we get when the rewards are handed out and when. seems the trinkets and crowns that evil shares lose the polish in a wink. my words help not when they interfere with the lies that the devils tell. the cries that i speak get lost when they are spoken because of the way i speak. seems my tongue has two sides, and they both cut like a knife when listened too. my judges pile on when the me they think they know gets caught in the me they dont. can it be i know them too well?
1 Jesus left there and went to his hometown, accompanied by his disciples.
2 When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed.
Where did this man get these things? they asked. What s this wisdom that has been given him, that he even does miracles!
3 Isn t this the carpenter? Isn t this Mary s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren t his sisters here with us? And they took offense at him.
4 Jesus said to them, Only in his hometown, among his relatives and in his own house is a prophet without honor.
5 He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them.
6 And he was amazed at their lack of faith.
where will this longing go?
be a blessing,