Roots

 

 1st Cor. 2:13 “These things we also speak, 

not in words which man’s wisdom teaches, 

but which the Holy Spirit teaches,

comparing spiritual things with spiritual things”.

 

“Keep your conscience pure” ... easier said than done

But it is a requirement ... just short of a commandment

It only can be done by accepting its reproach

And then start dealing vigorously with whatever it condemns

 

When a conscience is hardened and loses its sensitivity

Will it still sent signals ... loud enough to be heard

By a satisfied soul that wallows in its desires

And could not care less ... for its callousness is past hurt

 

Can a conscience be defensive ... when satan accuses it?

Can it be void of offense ... when accusations fly?

Does it lose its peace ... by trying to defend itself?

And does it then just cease to concentrate and try?

 

Accusations, true and false ... will take full attention 

Like flowers at a funeral ... only the folks close up will see

The flowers direct the tension ... a moment away from grief

And then are placed upon the grave ... where only death can be

 

Accusations by evil spirits can be mistaken

As satan indicts us before God and ourselves

All is not censure of conscience ... even if it grows the stronger 

Until it runs out of control ... in your need to lose yourself

 

There is no other way ... but to listen to it

It tears into our being and that satan knows well

Only Christ can confront it and remove the stinging feeling

That all accusations bring ... as in time you can tell

 

Turmoil will be replaced by peace beyond the knowing

Serenity will follow ... in the Spirit’s realm

That is where the conscience really originates

And the Holy Spirit with my spirit can be one

 

How can one discern ... in the scope called “accusation”?

How does one know the difference when a voice calls to remind?

Is it God, Who is speaking ... or satan just misleading

To place a guilty disposition ... that inherently is mine?

 

Jesus said: “My sheep really know My Voice”

When He calls I should automatically come running

But if I brake the rules and really did the wrong

I am not in a hurry for my roots are based on cunning

 

The first of things I do ... is think of all the causes

Then I try to reason ... that it was not all that bad

And before you know ... I start to think abusive

If I’m told about the “what” I did ... as this is truly sad

 

“Confess and repent!” ... a battle cry indeed

Oh conscience! You’re the only one to trigger that conviction

If your voice is muffled by my constant compromise

Then the farther I stray … may become just an addiction

 

1st John 1:9 “if we confess our sins, He is faithful 

and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse of 

from all our unrighteousness”

 

If a voice keeps accusing ... after we brought it all to God,

That must be an evil voice which is working on my feelings

Happy, sad or none ... I may be will manipulated

By doubt, uncertainty and guilt for that’s Satan’s dealing

 

Feelings are not necessarily considered accurate

They should be tested as to know where we stand

A neutral attitude should be observed and adopted

Towards every accusation either from foe or friend

 

The source of origination is where all issues start

To wait for interpretation takes patience and time

A sure fall will be coming if you get in a hurry

And make all confessions to man appearing fine

 

Outside motivation seldom comes from God

Mostly out of purpose ... for what God has in mind

To lay yourself bare without restriction before others

You should absolutely resist ... for that is God’s to find

 

The Holy Spirit’s conviction leads to Holiness

Satan all he does ... he just constantly accuses

All he tries to do indict us always to ourselves

For that is just his way as he perpetually abuses

 

The reproach of my conscience ceases once sin is confessed

I am cleansed by the precious blood as I’m making a new start

The Holy Spirit never reproves me now any farther

For that is the way God works ... no baggage then to part

 

 

Jan Wienen