Wednesday

Living Among the Dead



Those of the new birth,
Are now a new creation. 
No longer is death,
Our final destination!

Recreated...though not,
Visible to the eye!
Our spirit now lives,
Though we die!

God's perfecting power,
Has done so to our spirit man.
But our flesh still lives,
 Among the dead, in every land.

Do we as new creations,
 still embrace the ways,
Of the living dead?
Do we hang on in hopes,
That our flesh might
Somehow be fed?

May we feed our spirit man,
That His voice may grow strong.
For it is only, His Voice 
That stands between we...
and wrong!