Matter of fact

Luke 10:17-18 

17 When the seventy-two disciples returned, they joyfully reported to Him, 

“Lord, even the demons obey us when we use your name!” 18 “Yes,” He told them, 

“I saw Satan fall from heaven like lightning!

 Knowing

 

All throughout with what we know

We should have repented long ago

And because we did not

Judgment waits at the door.

 

But you cry, “I’m under grace

No one can really touch me”

But what about Grace, Himself.

Is not He, Who knows my core?

 

If I reside in God’s Will … won’t Satan fall from Heaven?

Don’t I have Christ’s power … to live like a son of God?

Why do I feel so helpless and restricted … but truly forgiven?

My flesh is so weak somehow and my mind believes me not

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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