DISABLED

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DISABLED

I can’t breath! I can’t move!

I can’t see! I can’t hear!

What’s going on?

When was the last time your heart followed the Lord?

When was the last time your heart waited on His word?

As you breathe, is there praise?

As you move, is there worship?

Just as life begins, life also ends from the inside-out…

Now all that’s left is a bag of dust and dry bones—poof!

A voided soul is spread amongst the earth; you’re disconnected, pulled every which way used up by everyone and anyone against your will.

A reserved soul shakes off the dust and His fragrance is diffused, you’re a minister of the new covenant testifying how the Spirit gives life while the absence of will kill.

So, who’s hand is playing your life and death cards – is it you?

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cmlestrade commented on DISABLED

01-09-2010

Very good and some probing questions in your piece that made me stop and think. This was very well written and expressed.

AnnointedNebula

01/12/2010

Thank you. That was a time for me when I REALLY had to check myself. You know those times when you're "waiting" on Him, but He's just waiting on you?

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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