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 Where Do I Begin?
I know what peace looks like;
That just makes me smart;
To receive by inheritance;
Where do I start?
Where I am now,
can’t be His Kingdom’s way;
My lordship has let my body decay.
My spirit abdicated
and crowned my soul king;
Like a wife-ruled husband;
An abominable thing!
It reproduces, to our chagrin:
Women with women and men with men;
And, if not physically gratified;
There’s another control
that will be satisfied.
But, grace will not interfere with choice’
Even thou His fruit’s clearly defined;
Unless I’m persuaded, this too will be ‘works’;
Which I’m doing, most of the time.
If I’m going to leave one place for another;
before I can start to go,
I must be convinced that You said this, Lord;
when my soul and my body say, NO!
Yet, I’m thinking it’s me
that gave them that right;
I’d best prepare for some kind of a fight!
How do I prepare for a battle like this?
How do I take control back?
It’s two against one and it can be seen;
I do, indeed, suffer lack.
These things in all, do clearly show;
It’s how to change them that I want to know.
It’s more than evident, with honesty,
I don’t have what Jesus paid for, for me.
I didn’t know that a Kingdom of Grace,
could keep me in a dangerous place;
And yet, this makes a strange kind of sense;
By design, I don’t think that was His intent.
It’s who I allowed to be complacent;
In my spirit, I really knew,
I was living in less
than what You had shown
that I should be able to do.
My soul so wants to stay in this place
of swelling words and emotion:
Like a wife that will turn herself inside out,
to hold captive her husband’s devotion.
It seemed so ‘right’,
until You rocked the boat;
Now I have to find out
what You’re talking about.
Looks like an angry sea to me;
One I don’t think that I can float;
I can’t yet walk on top of the water;
Should I stay in or get out of the boat?
I can imagine, with that last statement;
All have an analogy;
But, I’m going to hear what He’s saying to me,
before I walk any Seas.
I’ve calmed a few storms, to keep me alive
So I can respond to you;
I want to see where I’m going,
with inheritance flowing;
So I can hear what to do.
Now I can see, when I hold up the bread,
it won’t bless my body...
unless believing You said:
It’s sanctified and it comes from Me!
But, I just charged my food
on the Visa, you see.
Yet, You said, Test Me now
and see if I’ll not open,
to pour out My blessing on you;
The likes of which, you cannot contain,
is what I would love to do!
Without understanding, this surely won’t be;
But, I’m listening, Lord, right here at Your knee...
I remembered You said, a long time ago,
in an *utterance that You gave to me,
Come freely in; Go freely out;
My green pastured inheritance, you’ll see.
How do I develop integrity
in a system that can’t possibly set me free?
What is the plan: Honor among thieves?
That isn’t a plan that God has conceived!
Oh, just let your light shine and they’ll turn around;
To what? To this way that you claim to have found?
I think they are thinking, If I’ll end up like you;
I’ll take my chances and see what I can do;
You tell me all that Jesus said,
But, most of the time, it’s just something you’ve read.
Perhaps there is more honor among thieves;
At lease they’re more honest about unbelief.
The only point I’m trying to make:
Are we too afraid to examine mistakes?
Is there an outside possibility,
that there could be something that I have not yet seen?
I don’t think His Truth cannot pass the test;
I suspect that it’s me; I trust more my rest.
So, if I look into what I just *read;
and apply it all to me;
Then, I should come out with a clearer view
of what He wants me to see.
I get a picture, when I view myself
and all others that I observe;
We look like that group from the Civil War;
missing legs; bandaged heads;
That’s absurd!
It’s time to face facts; We’re losing the war;
Now is not the time to ignore;
But, rather, go on and, at least, to see,
The truth about inherited righteousness to me!
Grace or Inheritance
Birthed from:
*The Evidence of Our Belief lesson #14 and *Analogies or Realitie
March 1st,2005
 
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