Look at you.
I want you to know
How much delight I take
How much my swollen gut bellows with laughter
Every time you suffocate
The screaming discontent of the Holy Spirit.
You've become everything we wanted you to be.
Apathetic. Indifferent. Snared. Addicted. Weak. Self-Deprecating.
Blind. Unconscious. Automatic. Senseless. Unfeeling.
You are a little piggy in a mud pit
Every kick and squeal for help
Fills my goblet
As the pit drains into your destruction.
I'll have to admit.
You scared us.
I worried for a moment.
On the eve of "revival".
But oh my little sloth you put my wicked, tarnished heart to rest
I knew it the moment you started telling yourself
that you'd already done enough
The moment you started applying quotas to the Divine
That the battle was won.
But you've laid out so much more to feast on!
Your fear is an everlasting fountain of choice wine
Your apathy the jester at the celebration
Your senseless mutterings and ramblings
Your frantic search for a solution
Is like a wonderful melody
With the all too fundamental underscoring
That you just don't want to change.
You don't want to be still
You don't want to face your fear
You don't want to give it all up
You don't want to be sold out
You don't want less of yourself
You don't want to put anyone else on the throne
You don't want to use your freedom
You don't want anything you say you do.
You're a two-face, like me
You play martyr while sitting on your throne
You put on the sheep's skin
But the fangs of your devouring maw stab through
You write about your struggle
Truly, as you describe, you hardly move an inch
Who is to blame?
The Divine, the all powerful?
You like the mire
no matter how much you scream
that you want to be lifted out
You cling to it
My boy, I must thank you
Your iniquity is plentiful succor
Though I may not snatch you from
The arms of God
I am content
To cover your gold with chaff
To steal gems from your crown
To use you to siege the kingdom.
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Firstly, God rebuke you
Return to the pits of hell from whence you sprung
In the name of Jesus Christ
Lest you forget I serve the One
Who puts the powers and principalities to shame
Despite your objections
I love the poetic but at this moment
It feels necessary to address you in common tongue
Or at least what that means to me
I wonder why you wonder why
That name hurts you so
Why it burns u n d e r n e a t h y o u r s k i n
You see the sin in me sins, indeed
But the power was never in me
The righteousness never earned by me
My freedom is a result of grace
The grace of Him who is in me
And is greater than you and the rest of this world
Hence I do not rebuke you from my own power
My own righteousness, my own goodness
But I appeal to the King of Kings, and the Lord of Lords
Despite your dictionary-long list of labels
I've got enough brain cells buzzing around to know
That God moves in and through my life
Though I fall short, along with every servant (but One)
I refuse to give sin the spotlight
I refuse to look to it, and give it the glory it craves
God has done so much more with me
In fact I even wager to you
That I could lose my very life this night without regret in sight
Because all I can ever do is the best I can
And God knows the content of my heart
The inner machinations of my mind
He knows them better than you or I
And when judgment day comes for the both of us
My sin will be forgotten by the blood of Christ which I will plead
Do not mock me from your glass house
Do not forget that though I come from dust
The Spirit in me crushes you with His heel
Do not sneer and relish in the sin in me
Do not forget that I will live for eternity
While you will burn in the river of fire
And should the Lord will
I earnestly await the day
That I watch you burn
When every tear and torment will be wiped away
When God condemns you for all eternity
And when I am perfectly restored to relationship with Him
Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts,
The whole earth
Is full of His glory.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is and is to come.
How wonderful a joy to join with the song of heaven, even on earth