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]

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

[marcelle19]

Soul is defined in the Greek as "breath, life" and spirit as "wind, spirit."

That there must be some difference in the two seems to be the case with this verse:

1 Corinthians 15:45:
And so it is written, "The first man Adam became a living being." The last Adam became a life-giving spirit.

I would say that the soul has to do with the life-force in us that experiences this reality, and spirit has to do with that part of us which, when reborn, is able to experience God's reality - the part that died, when Adam sinned, and which is regenerated so that we can again have knowledge of, contact with, and union, or fellowship, with God - the soul partakes of this union once the spirit has been reborn, but can still count this reality as being greater than that which God defines for us in His Scriptures, by heeding the lusts and desires of the flesh.

In this sense, it could be said that the soul is more of the seat of emotional thought, and the spirit, once reborn, the seat of rational thought, under the influence of the Spirit of God.

Love in Christ,

Bill

Love in Christ,

Bill

[streetsinger]

One of Poet's poems;

To a lost mother

Do you remember years ago,
When days and nights were long and slow,
How we'd go up to Darenth wood,
To pick the bluebells when we could?

The wood where gypsies lived and played,
And where I sometimes was afraid,
Though we were happy in the main,
Until the day that brought us pain.

Do you remember how you cried
With heartache when my sister died?
And how we spent the years that followed,
Trying to forget our sorrow?

When you were you and I was me,
Caravanning by the sea,
With coach trips here and train rides there,
Recovering from deep despair.

Do you remember further on,
When I was eager to be grown?
I didn't heed your words for long,
And got confused with right and wrong.

And if I stayed out late at night,
When I got home we'd have a fight,
'Cause I was me and you were you,
And that's what mums and daughters do.

Do you remember how I grew,
And soon became a mother too?
And sometimes you would come to stay,
And take us somewhere for the day.

Since that time the years have flown,
And through the years our lives have grown,
But something somewhere went askew,
'Cause I'm still me, but where are you?

Through all that long-remembered time,
I lost you somewhere down the line,
You didn't leave, you didn't die,
We didn't even say goodbye.

You just became a stranger, who
Is stranger than anyone I knew.
You laugh strange laughs, you cry strange cries,
You look at me with loveless eyes.

You speak to me with garbled tongue,
Your presence does invade my home,
And when I look upon your face
There seems to be no saving grace.

It's called dementia, so they say,
If only it would go away,
I'd tell you ,as I hold your hand,
'I love you' and you'd understand.

Do you remember any more
Those things of which I spoke before?
Or has it all escaped your mind,
Has everything been left behind?

If so, when dawns the day that must,
And one of us returns to dust,
All I want to say is, please,
I pray that we may part in peace.