"legalism" poems
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Lies, shame; innocence ruined
Feeling exposed? Uncovered?
Shame & blame, are a constant theme;
Shame came about,
As a direct result of sin.
That evil twin notion of shame,
That good twin notion of shoulds,
Both are responses to the same root problem.
Inner character, God can truly see;
And those stifling atmosphere
Of work, duty, & expectations
All have nothing to do
With the heart of God.
We tremble in shame,
Wrapped in a sheet or a shift;
But we're a lot closer to salvation now
Than once we're in all our finery.
We're naked in our sins
'Til Jesus died and rose again!
To clothe us in righteousness
Rather than with layers of works & legalism.
Human efforts are so uncomfortable;
It's difficult, useless, and endless work
Of clothing ourselves in a spiritual sense.
But when we admit our need for Him,
In His righteousness & grace,
We can truly rest!
Let us not slip into a place
A place of spiritual nakedness & shame.
Come back now,
Fling open the door of every heart,
For we base our hopes on healing
On what is real, not on how we feel.
Now we plant seeds of redemption
Forget shame, receive lavish blessings
How could such a wonderful thing possibly happen?
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
loosen these chains
break that fence
improve this vacant lot
no legalism involved
we move in like a crime
our aim being productive
we build without codes
only our own
simple ambition
production of a destructive mastermind
rail driven
steel ridden
we build our new future
and we do it now
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Legalism says, "God will love us if we change." The Gospel says, "God will change us because He loves us."
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
skip through my meddled,
alpine wash of flowers, watered-
down disarray of colours, smattered
on the rocks, that don't roll.
does the mind squander,
what the heart believes,
are there desires that deceive?
does the lone wanderer,
forever court disaster receive,
a reprieve?
prostrate find me, let love unbind me,
unbind my tongue, my words, my speech,
is anything free anymore, anymore,
have i got you ravin' for more and
is it fuelled or fooled by passion
in what you believe,
it is right to write?
Anybody could slap these words around,
non-violently, and be better at it, see?
heart be brave while lunatics rant and rave
about right and wrong, challenge them
to make lyrics and put legalism in a song.
Tomorrow will be a bad day, I am not in a place to say why,
or how I know, I too often have let my emotion show,
in abject humility, I am an embarrassment to all who know me.
Sorrow will fill my hours, and my eyes, there is not enough space
around me to breath, suffocates my ability to communicate,
I cease to exist and lose all hope, dreams like steam evaporate.
The yellow brick road lies, if the truth be unrolled
rusty spike in the last railway tie,
childhood dreams scream of deceit,
even if you have had the best mother,
two boys could ever have.
while i skip down the aisles of
grocery stores and the tears of my
life seep from pores so small they
make up for them in numbers like
ninety-nine and the one,
am i a lonely sheep for the slaughter
or in want of a lonelier shepherd,
have i fallen with no will to get up,
then let me die...
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC