1 Peter 4:6      New English Translation

6 Now, it was for this very purpose that the gospel was preached to those who are now dead so that though they were judged in the flesh by human standards, they may live spiritually by God’s standards.

 

Search and 

 

My spirit, who are you, and how are you composed?

How are you in reason when my mind is somewhere else?

Are you alive, or do you mourn? Surely not easily seen

If you are active and raised, should it not be heartfelt?

 

Communion in God resides with you. It’s here where life is whole

No bits or pieces of the pie. Here the walk of God is known

All science and consciousness now fulfilled in every chamber

 

When the Holy Spirit visits and His intercessions now roam 

 

Very high is where the authentic Voice lives close to our intuition

Here is where He softly speaks to draw the attention of the mind

The will and the emotions may also participate in bringing to fruition

His power and His will here reflect the sins of every kind

 

The soul is quite a mixture; that is where the “Fall “began

Here’s where the battles rage for the precepts and dominion

The onslaught there is deadly, and few the words to describe

That the misery and pain in man are more than just an opinion

 

The emotion on the rampage does more harm than good

Love is an emotion, right, but then also are forms of hate

Excitement and joy in embrace together are walking there

But grief and despair in the background are waiting for a date

 

My will resides in the soul, and sometimes it’s forced out

So often, it simply wants no part of it in what it comprehends

But the harder still is that it forces the move closer to the center

Where it will dominate for sure a man to be the master of the tent

 

My mind is another story. It rises far above myself

It sees itself as an intricate part of intelligent civilization

Here is where the “Fall” began when Eve began to reason

And made a choice so sensible as the first step to degradation

 

Oh! Soul, you are the flesh; there is no denying it.

The way I reason and act is on display in what I do

It seems that my body was the culprit number one

But it is just a hull where we do the things I do

 

Unless in restoration, the outer shell seems neglected

It will fall much faster than the soul is ready to admit

Here is where denying resides in the death of a looser

Addiction roams here freely as swallowed by a myth

 

The word of God became flesh. Christ took on a body

A body of flesh and blood just like yours and mine

And so He died and sacrificed Himself for wholeness

He had to wear this garb somewhere in temporal time

 

Even in our thoughts, we see this expressed

Even in our spirit, this always is addressed

Even in our lifetime, He leads me quietly to rest

Even in our being, He integrates His best

 

 

Jan Wienen