Poetry

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There are those times
When the stereo pulsates with the heartbeat
Of some ancient drum
And he sits there
With watered down wine
It’s smell circling around my life

Our differences so vast
I must cry out
Because I was momentarily flashing
It almost makes me want to
Throw in the towel
And give up

But I see You there too
Knowing Jesus, that leaving You
Would be ultimate death
“A house divided against itself cannot stand”

But better still
“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ
And you shall be saved and all your household”
Holy Spirit, convince his heart
I can’t.

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