Be Made New

Corruption or Creation

A simple choice between the two

Having put off your old self

Now,

Be made new.

In the attitude of your mind

In a spirit that is true

Abandon former ways

And,

Be made new.

Be aligned with God

His truth in all you do,

If not, then change your mind,

Child,

Be made new.

The former way of Life

Corrupted by deceitful old you,

Kick him to the curb,

Stand.

Be made new.

Corruption or Creation,

A Simple choice between the two

Now put on your new self,

Get dressed,

And,

Be made new.

The new self that is created

To be like God in True

Righteousness and holiness

So,

Be Made New

Yes, put on Christ

Your pattern for life

(Dress head to foot in light)

And,

Be made new.

 That, however, is not the way of life you learned when you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.~ Ephesians 4:20-24

Put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.~ Colossians 3:10

 Clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the flesh.~ Romans 13:14

 

Don't Give The Devil a Foothold

Don’t give the devil a foothold,

Don’t let him get a foot on the first rung,

Don’t leave open a window

Don’t give him the breath from your lungs

 

Don’t give him the time of day,

Don’t be drawn into talking a while,

Don’t be enticed by his flash smile,

Don’t be taken in by his style

 

 

Don’t give that politician a sound-bite,

Don’t take that pushers first free hit,

Don’t give that lawyer your number,

Don’t fall for any of it.

 

 

Don’t let him find you a loophole,

Don’t let him make you pay for it,

Don’t let him persuade you to shoulder your burden,

There are no martyrs in this outfit.

 

 

I gave the devil a foothold,

I opened a window for him,

I engaged with his pretty words

Now I am collecting the wages of sin,

 

 

I entertained the devil,

I had him right here on my couch,

It’s a conversation I can never end,

In pain, but can never say “ouch”

 

 

So don’t give the devil a foothold,

‘Cos it’ll be a ladder too soon,

He’ll be into your room,

And spinning his doom,

And you’ll be a prisoner of gloom.

Lopsided

There is something wrong with Matthew

There's a faulty setting in my genes

my spine is out of line

Physically and morally, It seems,

The good I want to do,

Well this I do not do

And the bad course I would avoid,

I'm held captive to.

I'm Lop-sided when I sit

I'm lopsided when I walk

Cack-handed when I clutch

Tongue-tied when I talk,

I'm lopsided, I've decided, 

Like you've never seen

Yes I am lop-sided

But I know which way to lean

I'm leaning on the everlasting arms

Or falling down the gap between

I cannot stand or sit-up straight

So Instead I lean

I cannot stand or sit-up straight

So, on Love, I lean.

Rotten Blossom

The blossom is rotten 

but the scent 

remains something sweet,

more potent now

it's flush's forgotten

Still crying beauty

From beneath my feet

And memories of you

May have lost their colour

But petals they shed

perfume the air

And vibrant longing

is awoken

fine fingers through your phantom hair

You are not there

But your aroma follows me everywhere.

The blossom is rotten

The colour gone

I've not forgotten

The sweet scent of your memory

lingers on

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Gurgling, lapping, lolling noises, 

The peaceful stream is loud and loquacious,

And lying on my back, face up, 

The sun sits still and sovereign, surrounded by an audience of green

As from deep within the meadow's tendrils it forms, extending from the peripheral, 

A narrow river of sky,

The banks edges blur and shift in the playful gentle breeze,

The warmth which is radiating, 

Infuses the skin on my nose and the earth at my back 

And the cool stream, from which I have drunk

Is calling me lazily, happily back,

And my once hapless heart is full

You did this.

You lead me here

You know all the good paths

And we take them,

To your credit.

Though, somehow, shadow on the lung looms high

Deep in this canyon, carved from stubborn rock

The walls tower by: scrape sky, 

The sliver of sun, has barely begun, to warm the skin as it passes

It can't last.

It cast's now it's shivering shadow.

A sun we once knew, is now taunting you from beyond sight,

The warm memories might kill you, If the fear doesn't fright

Lead me, by hook or by crook, to turn left or right

And I'll fear the less in your love, with you and your might

3 The overflow

And come at last to the feast you have laid out for me,

Before the eyes of all,

Friends and enemies,

The food is flowing fast and free

And there is a place set for me

Eternally,

Your fragrant favour falls 

Glistening golden oil,

You have chosen me

And my cup runneth over.

Your goodness and mercy are relentless in their pursuit of me

I don't believe they will ever give up,

They'll chase me down, 

Those twin hounds

To the wide open gates

Of your mansion.

I flee inside. 

They will never let me leave.

I live here now,

With you,

Forever.

Agape

 You are loved

with the strongest of loves

you are agape at the agape

redeemed ruby from the rock-face

reaching forward for embrace

You are loved, but you know it not

You know you are loved

but the hint that you have

is your blind spot

Blind to the find

That lies beyond

The landscape of love

The endgame of heaven

The infinite welcome of the world without end.

But the word 'Infinite' is a blinker. Its so vast you cant see past it,

But in the end is an ocean you are dropped in

Lost in

Love and peace

Yet here you sit

Unable to find release

or let go

Of the Love you hoped for

That lap of love in which you sit

That chest of God on which you rest

As you ponder your need

You need not

Do anything,

But acknowledge

You are held.

Oh Agape

Love gave the game away

The New Has Come

 I am a new creation,

The old has gone,

So tell me 

How is it that 

The new has come

to this?

This jaded

half-faded,

Apathy-invaded,

Husk of what was to come?

Had the old,

Really gone,

Or was I one

Who failed,

Having fled,

To run.

Shod in lead

Should I have been 

Shot in the head?

I'm running like a dead man walking,

And evil crouches at the door,

stalking

Whom it may devour,

Cometh the dead, 

Cometh the hour.

The Old was gone

and done away,

Yet done

With roots left 

gaining sway.

They should have drowned with me that day

But the good ground

Gave up its goods to play

And the danger

Became the disaster

But sin shall no longer be your master.

So how did the new

Come to this?

I was caught

In the thickest thicket

Entangled easily 

I took the ticket

Struck the leg

Before the wicket

Dismissed myself

Before I hit it.

Sin was deeper

Than I'd admitted,

And just one degree off course,

Means you'll never find true North.


No I did not die

Entirely,

I gave the lie

to being free,

The new had come,

But had it come for me?

The old man came back round,

My race did not get off the ground.

Good soil can start again

It's been long-fallow 

Now it needs the rain,

And I've sown in tears

and soaked in pain,

But this night

has not been in vain,

And the joy will come

all the same.

As the New is birthed

Through the death of Old,

Now is the time

to drown it's hold,

Hold it down

for a Crown, not of Gold

But vernix and blood

And helplessness,

Oh God, I die,

For your Righteousness

Oh Christ, I cry,

For you.

I am helpless apart from you.