How can a man be born again when he is old?
I posed myself the question Not feeling very bold.
Unless a man be born of water and the Spirit he can't know the truth has no place in it.
Flesh is flesh
Spirit is spirit.
Marvel not
To be born again is to be like the wind
No one knows its direction you hear the sound
Then it's gone
Not leaving
Just reflecting.
How can these things be
How can this be done?
Art thou a master a teacher of babes
If you don't know these things how can you be saved.
We speak what we know and testify what we see
Ye receive not our witness
Can you agree?
He speaks of earthly things and you cannot perceive
If I spoke of heavenly things how could you believe.
No man has ascended up to heaven but the witness has come
And as the serpent was lifted up in the wilderness even so must the Son.
Not to condemn
But that the world may be saved.
Not by might, nor by power...
I rant, and I rave.
But men loved darkness more than light..
A fond farewell
And I bid you goodnight.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 13th, 2024 11:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Just woke up
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