Begin Dredgery Dated: 1/28/2011
A Sword Afire
A poem, a praise, a prayer
I draw a sword afire, blazing with the Spirit, sharpened with His will. This simple soldier is ever vigilant, on guard against both war and wile. Truly, ever constant, longer than the sun may rise in the east and the tide surge from peak to ebb so shall he be just and carry a fixed faith. Ever true, for lies do not become his nature, nor his family, nor his Father. Courage, loyalty, and veracity: These, bound with iron humility, forged through fires of tribulation, and shaped by the hammer of virtue, are like a ring that never any thief can steal, eye see, nor price buy. But it can be offered back, back to Adonai who gives all things and His self-son Emmanuel, the Word made flesh, who knows your worth beyond all scales of man, and against whom these jewels are but bile in the presence of His almighty majesty. And so, ring in right, blade in left, on my knees I swear allegiance: for ever and evermore, unto infinite eternity and the salvation of all mankind, the single Godhead Jesus Christ, God the Father, and the Holy Ghost, Power of the Highest, shall reign supreme [in my life and throughout creation]. Praise and glory and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and strength be to our God for ever and ever. Amen.
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So, I've felt recently my heart has been troubled. I know not the cause, nor do I need anything more than my God to continue expressing his love in my life and His will upon my future, but one of my joys is writing eloquently, descriptively, and poetically (if not unequivocally superfluous and verbose). While I've been considering a great many things some might call 'religious' of late, more and more begun I've grown excited to relish inside the mercy and complexity and love and awe that is the Trinity. I myself have felt the need to pray, to study, to understand the Word that is set before me in this world that has been set before us... and the many more 'words' in it that have been, shouldn't have been, and are yet to be said. I cannot tell how I feel about posting this online, but I gotta 'write when the spirit says write'... no one will ever read my writings sitting deep within the confines of my 300+ GB Hard drive and if I give you but a single thought of inspiration or joy, my reward is fulfilled.
Really, this is all psalm, poem, praise and prayer; I do not wish to boast, only inasmuch as these words are God's, not mine, and to Him be the glory (I'll take credit for the crap, though), but I wish that you might be inspired to let your own heart out, to pray continually and in earnest, in secret and before man with humility that Jesus Christ may best use and shine through you in this world of ever tightening darkness. We should not fear addressing/considering your creator in an artistic and creative light. He has given such gifts to us, he gave us words just as he gave us The Word: Why not sing out?
In short after long: I desired to write, it gives me joy, and I hope it brings Him glory. I claim neither revelation nor doctrine nor inspiration, only God's infinite sovereignty and that our virtuous lives may bring honor to Him. Feel free to share. Praise God in all things today and forevermore; May you be blessed.
End Dredgery
That's one. :)
This is me, wiping the slate clean.
~Ben
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