Wandering ... me?

  Isaiah 66:2 “says the Lord, but on this one will I look,

on him who is poor and contrite in spirit”.

 

Continual, reverential fear is what my spirit needs.

Can my spirit be rebellious in the presence of Holy deeds?

Is that another part of me ... that disobeys and feeds

in the pool called iniquity and refusing to be free?

 

Is my spirit in continuous sorrow ... does it feel helpless over my rest?

Is it not my flesh that fails even though my spirit knows best?

When redeemed it is forever ... is not then my spirit renewed?

Filled with Life from God my Savior ... molding it with gratitude.

 

He has power to remove demons ... He has strength to change my mind.

He can raise the best that is in me so the worse can be nullified.

The best I am is so dirty ... my righteousness like filthy rags

Untouchable my redeemed spirit ... for my future has Eternal rest.

 

Is it here spiritual awareness ... that helps me move close to contrite?

To release me into poverty ... that God loves in this old mite?

Is not my dependence most important to lean on God in all I do?

As I tremble in God’s presence ... as I wander when on the move?

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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