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Poetry by Shane

Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 1:20 pm
by Shane
About walking by faith, in communion with Messiah Jesus and his followers.

Write Poetry

Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 1:22 pm
by Shane
Can an evil man write poetry?
Sadly, yes.
Even his fallenness,
the bemoaning of Adam.
Beauty has no sanctuary
except in what it is.
Like God, I Am,
like nature’s non-violence.
Like common graces
on human faces,
that turn the way
of restoration.
Write poetry, good folk.
Gladly, yes.
Let beauty turn naturally
to the Lord of creation.

God is Kind

Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2018 3:39 am
by Shane
Our God is kind.
Without Him, even after confession
faults would leave us behind.
Still, He woos by His Spirit,
sees even more fault lines in our minds
than what we do.
Yet His mind, Mind of Christ,
calms ours.
This is a love
that the world does not know
until, here, Heaven imparts.

Still can't explain it all here,
have to wait till
Christ's beauty sheers
mortality's wool,
when the Lamb wipes our tears.

Then, we will know
as He fully knows us.
For now, we seize this hope by faith,
through the power Jesus.

True Vine

Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2018 3:49 am
by Shane
True Vine,
when I am pruned, we are pruned together,
for we branches live in You;
we bear fruit,
your fruit, your glory.

Your fruit is holiness
in us, through us,
and only the holy
can abide with You.

This discomfort of being cut back,
You knew it, Lord,
so that the Word would be proven pure,
your words pure, cleansing,
providing the sap
for disciplined branches.

Your words are the source
from which we ask
and from which answers grow
into fruit,
which gathered together
express your glory:
your glory, your results
in us, of which we taste
and partake.

We bear the fruit.
Abiding in You feeds it,
and lest we see fruit
solely as a means for self-nourishment,
You prune again,
leaving the soul healing,
giving way and giving fruit
over and over.

Branches stemming from the Vine
are the gifts of being
and of being loved, showcased:
by the outcropping of salvation,

The fruit does not fall
far from the tree,
nor prayer from the fruit.
Prayers carry the flavor and true taste
of the fruit and therefore of Vine.
This way, our prayers to You,
are abiding ones
and the pure become purer still.*

* Revelation 22:11


Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2018 6:33 am
by Shane
For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus
~ 1 Timothy 2:5 (KJV)
Jesus, of the "Is" of God,
One with Abba and the Spirit of Love,
Intercedes in a seamless song,
Prayers start and end with Trinity's touch.

Jesus, Mediator-man,
Sift through my petition, so deft holiness can
Mull over me and decide how your plan
should take the best that I pray, toss the rest in advance.

Ever feel how audacious one prayer is to God?
Each is so unique, though a million-in-one.
Must be that they're viewed as tied end-to-end,
One string of dependence in joint communion.