Don't push.
Did I hear him say?
Truth calls, it has a way.
To some foolishness, a rock of offence.
Others have a bob each way, and sit upon the fence.
Manifest power
Truth in the lines
Restoring
What was
Mine...
The simple lead the way: children their oppressors; all have gone astray.
Is there a time, when all the blind, have the scales fall from their eyes?
To see that one, has come, and come, in all of his disguises.
The heart is desperately wicked; searching for a home: but what has been delivered, has left us rather cold..
Where are the days of glory, when man worshipped, it went up to the throne!
Where is the joy, in mourning?
Hardly a story: the heart has found a home.
Raiders! Infiltrators!
Who can clean them out?
The Spirit does the brawling.
Don't push,
I'll sort it out.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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A great dwelling upon the meaning in a phrase that can be taken two ways. Well done
Sometimes I hear, "just shove" or "cut the cr*p" 'demolish arguments, tear down every pretension that lifts itself up'....
Valiantstar, “The Spirit does the brawling” is the line that absolutely grabbed me. It’s unexpected, rough-edged, and strangely powerful all at once. And...more importantly...profoundly true. Reminds me of the passage in Romans 8 about how the Spirit prays on our behalf when we are out of the words. The phrasing gives the spiritual struggle a physical immediacy that really lands. Strong write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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