Poetry

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The weight of The Holy

There is a weight I can’t define
Deep within, my heart is pressed
The world around is not worthy of God’s glory
And neither am I, but One is

God is great
And incomprehensibly good
There are qualities to be understood
But there is more, much more that churns within

A sorrowing grips my soul
For the way we lightly regard our Creator/Redeemer
Passing time buying temporal happiness
Instead of seeking lasting joy

A trembling is coming
When the veil will be lifted
And man’s vain imaginations will be exposed
What recourse then will there be?

Run
Don’t stop to look around
Run with all strength
While the son still waits with open arms

Brush aside the world’s false knowledge
Take heed to the testimony of heavens and earth
God’s patience has a limit
Judgment day is as certain as death

Like the flood comes the fire
None can stand before His wrath
The clay has done things to itself,
perverse and unholy

His heart takes no delight
To see the destruction of the deceived
Those created in His image
Who might have known Him

In mystery He chooses to conceal Himself
So many give up and turn to diversions
As with salmon that struggle
It is an upward pursuit

Don’t despair
The heart cries out
You are loved
You can find Him

The heaviness I feel
Is like the heart of God
Who longs for His lost ones
To be restored and to see Him in truth

So maligned and distorted His character has been
Like the twisted figure of His Son on the cross
Who bore the shame and weight of our sins
Before being restored to His glory

Be still
Listen
It is the voice of Truth
Who wants your attention

The yearning of His heart
Is to capture our deepest longing
Turn away from the fleshly allurements
And understand

Gentleness and peace,
So unlike the world
A holy hush
And realization of His presence

Try the spirits
Don’t be deceived
There is only one Way
And He is the Son

That Holy Seed
Born of a virgin
God incarnate
Eternity in time

He knows those who are His
And is calling you by name
Won’t you respond before you are passed
And run to His arms – Jesus!



by John L Owens, author of The Ninth Generation: Conquering the Giants / www.theninthgeneration.com

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