Windsocks

Examine

Romans 13:14 “Make no provisions for the flesh”

 

“Examine yourself daily”, the flesh has to be confined.

In the place called “the curse”, the appointed place of death.

It’s every thought and action and this righteousness of its own,

that is offensive to The Savior and is sin’s completed threat.

 

We must be watchful always or we’re fully in God’s Will.

The best we have to offer is just like filthy decaying rags.

Unless The Lord is guiding and providing His Intention,

All things will come to naught and we’ll be worn-out windbags.

 

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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