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 us...
and wrong!

Zombie Christians?

Yes I'm afraid they do exist.

For every time wrong comes along.

They find it impossible 

To resist. 

The Internal Battle

There is an internal battle we fight,

 day in and day out.

One the outside world,

 knows nothing about.

Our flesh and our spirit,

clash each day.

Inside there is a war being fought,

for who shall guide our way.

Our flesh awakens,

with a want to sin.

Then it goes on to tell us,

how to begin.

"Just trust me,

I won't lead you astray!"

 ”Everything you want,

you should have today!"

Fortunately our spirit,

stands ready to defend.

As it reminds us of consequence's,

and how this will end.

Our flesh will counter with,

“how bad can that really be?

Everyone else does it,

just listen to me!”

Then our spirit reminds us,

“think before we leap.

For as we sow,

we will surely reap."

Then our flesh will admit,

“well it might be a little bad. ”

"But while we're doing it,

we'll be glad!"

Then our spirit reminds us,

our eternal bill has been paid.

“There is no reason to start again,

with more mistakes made.”

Flesh always wants,

any apple that seems free.

While our spirit tries to warns us,

"there’s a snake in that tree!."

The Letter

In days of weakness,

When you've felt lost.

I remembered the day,

You came to the cross.

Bowing so reverent,

Before God's throne.

From that day forth,

You were never alone.

Oh, there have been times,

That you have strayed.

But My Spirit inside you,

Always has stayed.

The days you felt,

Covered in sin.

The day's you thought,

I'll never win.

Even the days you tied,

 My Hands.

Those days when you chose,
your ways,

and not My plans. 

The days you saw,

Loved ones die.

The days you cried,

Why, God why?

Though you didn't recognize me,
I was always there.
I longed for the moment,
That you'd find me in prayer.

You see I never stopped caring,

For you my child.

I just thought you should know,

Since...
 we haven't talked in a while.

Is That...Jesus Calling?

The Lord Himself,

is calling us near.

Preparing each heart,

by calming our fear.

Fear of the old,

and fear of the new.

Fear of those things,

He's called us to do.

He teaches by His Spirit,

His holy ways.

As He straitens our walk,
for the last days.

He says, not by My power,
nor by My might.
But only by My Spirit,
will you walk in My light.

You will speak to mountains,
and watch them flee.
For the enemy is chased,
when My Spirit is free.