COME!

    The Enemy speaks in an entirely different voice than Holy Spirit does. For some reason, it often seems very easy to get those two voices confused. I have been actively seeking out and asking for more discernment so that confusion does not happen so often and I must say, God seems very interested in dispensing that particular gift.

“We have much to say about this, but it is hard to make it clear to you because you no longer try to understand. In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil”
Hebrews 5:11-14

    Distinguishing between good and evil, or discernment, is often hard to find in today’s world, but I promise you, it is not so hard to come by. God is eagerly waiting for us to simply ask Him for it. The below poem explores this idea.


Your carnal adversary will attack
In various nefarious ways
Aggression that is pushing you towards hatred
Hatred that demands retaliation
Demands that speak with clamorous, blaring voices
To your flesh

But the Spirit sings a different song

Your walls of life are filled with art
Painted in carnal colors of
Shadow
With brushes of darkness
Framed with glitzy bits of
Chintzy nothing
Undelivered promises

But the Spirit sings a different song

The carnal poet spins his clever yarns of bondage
Tales of dark adventures that are only
Enthrallment in disguise
Hopeless roads that lead through
darkening canyons
Into lonely graves
Unmarked

But the Spirit sings a different song indeed

A lone, unlonely voice is calling
Come!
You, who labor with your moribund burdens,
Come!
A hand is knocking, pounding on your prison
Like a Holy drum of hope that’s speaking
Come!
Here, there is a river
Filled with life that never ends.
Here there is a promise that can never break
Or be extinguished
Here there is a draught that will
Assuage forever
Never thirsting
Here there is a table
Always ready for your hungers
Here there is a glass
Forever filled with your salvation, you must
Come!

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