Spirit

[Wabco]

poet, that's a great poem, very honest.

[Poet]

Thanks Wabco, it took me a while to be able to talk about it, but I'm very glad I did.

[Poet]

Relating to another realm

Through city streets and fields of green,
I’ve taken something from each scene,
But there’s no place I’ve ever been
I’d choose to call my home.
For long before I was born to man,
My life was part of a bigger plan,
That made me an alien in this land,
No matter where I roam.

I set my feet on foreign shores,
But none of them could offer more,
Because this world of rich and poor
Supports no saving grace.
Satan is the prince of earth,
And claims us from the day of birth,
In order to fulfil his curse
Upon the human race.

His intention is to fool us all,
The captives that he holds in thrall,
Until we take the final fall
Into his dreaded hell.
He speaks into the minds of men,
To make us sin and cause mayhem,
But would we damage and condemn
Were we not in his spell?

Would we steal and kill and maim,
And bring the ones we love to shame,
And risk our freedom, when it’s plain
It leads to misery?
Unless it’s that we have no heart,
For some have had theirs torn apart,
But then the question to impart
Is, who caused that to be?

Some may think they’re in control
Of heart and mind, and body and soul,
But as their lives on earth unfold,
Their bodies lose the plot.
Some will try to conquer age,
And set the process back a stage,
But when they reach the final page
They’ll die, no matter what.

But if the world’s in Satan’s hands,
What hope is there for mortal man,
Imprisoned in a sinful land,
That’s leading us to death?
That’s why God bequeathed his son,
To die for us and take us home,
To free us from the evil one,
And breathe in us new breath.

The saviour of the human race,
Who suffered dearly in our place,
Aware of what he had to face,
Rejected and denied.
A destiny to be fulfilled,
And though it was a bitter pill,
Even Judas did God’s will,
For Jesus had to die.

In keeping with his father’s plan,
Designed before the world began,
And written by inspired hands,
For everyone to share.
We don’t have to be good or strong,
Just see, for us, the world is wrong,
And understand where we belong,
As we become aware.

For Jesus has his own domain,
Heaven is its usual name,
And anyone can make a claim
To join that holy place.
We only need believe in him,
Ask him to forgive our sin,
And gladly he becomes our king,
Delivering his grace.

That’s the way it was for me,
Though I approached him cautiously,
When, lost in my iniquity,
My life had gone astray.
I didn’t know what God had done,
Or the importance of his son,
Broke each commandment, one by one,
Till I was led to pray.

Then my life began to change,
My heart and mind were rearranged,
The reason was that Jesus came
To save another soul.
Forgiving me for yesterday,
My sin completely wiped away,
The shepherd welcoming the stray
Returning to the fold.

But when the lost are safely found
The devil’s hatred does abound,
And though we stand on holy ground,
He hopes to take us back.
Despite the fact he has no right,
He means to keep us in his sight,
But God provides the way to fight,
With all the strength we lack.

And in his grace we will survive,
Through every trial our hearts will thrive,
His spirit bringing ours alive,
Rejoicing in his reign.
For God exists in trinity,
And when his son has set us free,
His spirit is our guarantee
That we are born again.

But even when we have rebirth,
We still must live and die on earth,
Obey its laws, for what they’re worth,
Respecting what we can.
But live in faith, and not be proud,
And learn to speak the truth out loud,
A humble voice within the crowd,
To praise the son of man.

[Wabco]

Originally Posted by Poet

Relating to another realm
But when the lost are safely found
The devil’s hatred does abound,
And though we stand on holy ground,
He hopes to take us back.
Despite the fact he has no right,
He means to keep us in his sight,
But God provides the way to fight,
With all the strength we lack.

And in his grace we will survive,
Through every trial our hearts will thrive,
His spirit bringing ours alive,
Rejoicing in his reign.
For God exists in trinity,
And when his son has set us free,
His spirit is our guarantee
That we are born again.

That's fantastic poet.
I particularly like these two verses I have quoted above.
Thankyou for posting this poem.
God Bless you.

[Poet]

Thanks, Wabco, bless you too

[canny]

WOW - thanks Poet, thats a corker