Heaven

I was being held low by satan. Not given the light to grow by God. Fear is what kept me there. I was still, a seed in the ground. I could feel the suffocating warmth of decomposing sin around me. The ground did shake, and the soil shifted, pushing me closer to the surface. A seed, produced of good and evil, yet ignorant to the eternity of choice. The potential for free will. Sheltered in total depravity. A heart did burn, but tears quenched pain, cooling, but never hardening. Calm, but never resting. The sun did shine, and in it's light was the footsteps of Jesus. Walking through a garden with earth covered seeds cast down from heaven. How warm and comforting Jesus is as he walks. Giving us life through the purest of thoughts. Our roots extend outward, all directions but down. Entwining together, produce faithful ground. The son is guided sure footed by wisdom, as not to step, where the uncut fields of snakes wait to climb Him, for hissing and fangs full of poison won't bind bind Him. Lo, I have broken, out of my shell. The air is so brilliant, more than just breath. Life at it's start, with no sin or death. More than a tree full of knowledge, from watching all pass. Less than no other, equal and blessed. Growth of a soul, flying so high, a bird of the earth knowing and wise. Hunted by greed, of reputation and life. No bird shall fall, but for reasons of men. So further the vine, reaching out with the branch. Some do break, from the pressure of friends. Climbing and scratching, tearing the bark. How have you grown so? They ask with the mark. The fruits of my labor, are picked by the Son. Man does test them, some false and some true. Peeling back skin, and tasting the fruit. Planting the seeds, hoping to harvest a profit, something to own. A body in movement, to nurture and care. A crop of potential, some subtle and rare. Some insects do buzz, bringing life back and forth. Sharing in intricate plannings and works. Some crawl along, not knowing their works, some crow out loud, the dawn to a day full of work. Rain does fall. Tears so divine. To sustain the true growth, and to wash out the lies. But a snake that is keener, and darker than most, slithers through the shadows through shades and through bush. Scales so transparent to God and His son, yet so alluring, to man and his fun. Whispering and tickling, sliding through feet. "Touch me, hold me, oh so discreet. For I am the one, with plans so divine. Look where I am, this garden divine. How wonderful it is, seeing the light. I travel so swiftly, my offspring take flight. Come, know what everythings are in store for you. Then scream it out loudly, so I hear it to." So sad and neglected, the snake slithers by. So pitifully helpless, his job to be sly. Fangs full of poison, affect only flesh. The soul is much more, the rest is all lest. We look to the righteous of sword and of spear, to slash and to parry, and transparency is, that snake does fear. For times when the garden is grown, and the harvest is near. How will the snake slither so sly, and whisper so bold, when the son of God is so constantly near. Jesus does walk, with blood so pure. Overflowing with love, too much love to be counted in years. Filling prayers, so empty of hope. Faithful and caring, forgiving without debt. Now prayers are vessels, who carry that debt. Carry the debt, straight to the grave. For the debt has been covered, and the path paved. Not of stone, or dirt and dust, but of life through Jesus, the savior of all rest. Open your eyes to a place so contrite, Where God, the Son, and the Spirit unite. Life full of peace, no blinding evil glare. Open your mind. You're already there. Trust in the gospel it has many forms. All given freely, to men without horns. In paintings, in music, in spoken word. Trust God completely, and delusions they scorn. Some roots are rotten. Leave them in the past. Replace them with knowledge, of God and His plan. To be reunited, inform and enhance, all expectations of yours in advance. So when you do come home, all full of tears, let's cease those forever, and eternity stay.

That was a nice poem, but how does this poem lead a lost sinner to the cross!

I would like to see more professing Christians preaching repentance, and what it produces if its real and from the heart~

Repentance is AN URGENT Desire TO Change! (2Cor7:11) You Believe from YOUR Heart. You OBEY to Receive the Holy Spirit! (Acts5:32) He comes into a CLEAN Vessel. A heart made PURE by Faith! (Acts15:9) You OBEY AND KEEP OBEYING, daily, to keep your heart Pure and undefiled from the world. (1Pet1:22) That’s how it works. Genuine Repentance involves humility, brokenness and is a humiliating experience. When the true Light of God’s Word floods into your soul, you see yourself as you are, in Rebellion to God! This is what Godly sorrow is about. Deep regret for your sin's. A Season of Sorrow, LEADING TO SALVATION!(2 Corin 7:10) Not getting saved in your disobedience and sin's, but OUT OF THEM, through TRUE REPENTANCE FIRST where the flesh is crucified with Christ, and put to death!(Galations 2:20) Cleansed to receive the HOLY SPIRIT!

The line to the cross is long, and there are many in it. I learn from the ones before me and ahead of me, and hope to encourage and protect those behind me. But as for the sinners at either side of me, I must let God and the body of Christ work with me to lead them. I can not step out of line Tommy4Christ. So I would ask you the same question, how do I best lead a lost sinner? I can look forward and back, up and down, side to side, but I must keep walking straight. The greatest help I must learn to offer is the word of God. And I must remember that reaching out is good, but only with sure footing, and wisdom through faith. Grandeur is not so alluring to me as it once was. Not unless it is shared with God through Jesus. If we were to all hold hands, then it may be possible to "sling shot" or reach the most unimaginably lost souls. But I can not always see so far in front of me, or behind me, unless God allows me to see. And I am nothing but a hinder if I do not wait for the Holy Spirit to speak, and I will feel alone and become some great delusion to myself if I am not comforted and guided by the body of Christ.

I've prayed on this. How to best lead a lost sinner to the cross. I must understand their sin. Even if it is not my own. Because no sin belongs to me. I am not a sinner. But the true power of forgiveness only comes from understanding AND refusing sin. Being free of sin makes me feel so light yet so secure at the same time. Because sin was committed against me before I even knew what sin was, something sheltered me from it. Something called innocence. I may no longer be innocent, but neither am I guilty. With understanding comes great responsibility. I am responsible to reconcile with those that sinned against me. And put it to rest. If that person puts that sin to rest with me, than that person is my brother or sister. And I will no longer misplace trust in my Father. For what if the root of my confusion and innocence was not from a sin against me at all? But the lack of understanding. What if I was so covetously sheltered by those who loved me that I was raised in a tomb of darkness with naught but my thoughts and the trust of those who sheltered me? How light I feel to know that I will never again confuse sin and love, because I have known both at the same time. Is it the Holy Spirit that reunites Father and Son? This would make sense, the Holy Spirit being God, righteous and just, guiding me to pass my own justice with truth. Teaching me not to condemn myself by unknowingly condemning my father. How blessed I am that my father is alive for me to ask for forgiveness of. If he is my father, he will forgive me my ignorance, and see that I am now a man, and how Jesus brought this shining truth into my life. I sleep soundly when it is myself that I question. The only gnashing of teeth I felt was when I witnessed myself. What I had unwittingly unleashed into life. The acceptance of convenient lies that felt so comforting in the moment. Who was it that fed me these lies that I accepted so innocently as a child? I know who. And I know who lied to that person. A person that was tricked by a snake. But I forgive the liar. Because I understand the lie. With the knowledge of lies and a misplaced love of me as a child, what choice did that person have, but to lose a child? A child that birthed a child. How could I not forgive a child for loving a child? I righteously cast sin out of my life and condemn satan and his workings to burn forever. So that even in darkness satan shines. So that those with eyes to see will see satan and his kingdom. How blessed I feel to God separate the fire and my heart. How quietly my heart does whisper now. Content with softly spoken word opposed to the screaming of the damned. How quietly do I stand in the line of flesh that are the gates of heaven and hell. How deeply the key to that gate is written upon my soul. In my very name. How quickly predestined becomes destiny. How beautifully destiny becomes legacy. God, the Father of all legacies and the remedy to tragedy. God, the creator of heaven and the author of words. Words so powerful that a single breath upon a single child does bring them to life. God the creator of all things and ruler of them all. All He offers is all that you righteously desire. Ask nothing of God but to know Him. Meet his people. See His glorious kingdom, ask to be a part of it. The grace of God is that is shall be for you, if only you ask of it, and follow your heart there. His angels will dispute the mind, where the flaming heart is seen. His true prophets have foreseen your arrival. They have never been wrong. His only begotten Son has taken the sin of your heart, and suffered for you. The only sin you will suffer, are those who do not forgive outside the Kingdom of Heaven. This cross you will bare. The mark of your people. The mark the beast so desperately seeks. How confused will the lost sinner will be, when you are gone quietly in the night with no protest. Or silent but to praise the Lord upon His arrival. The Kingdom of Heaven is a place of joy and peace. And it is forever. It is for all who seek it, with righteous pursuit. I am not Holier than thou, I am Holy anew.

Thank you for your poem, Michael. As for repentance, it is important but to make it so important, that when someone keeps on pushing it in a bad way, that can be dangerous. Tommy, please show the love of Christ in your posts, I don't see it. I just see you bashing other people's doctrine. Listen to both sides, read their verses, and then decide for yourself and ask God to reveal more so as to correct any mistakes you have made reading the Scriptures. God bless all.

michael,
Thank you fir sharing such a beautiful poem... what I see is an overflowing and spilling out , all because of what Christ is doing for you... How can that be called anything but absolute beauty of our restoration in Christ ...
as he pours in more of who He is in you, more will pour out and splash others ... awesome to witness it here !
Remember .. Jesus reminds us ... "if the world hates you, remember it hated me first because the world does not know me, but you do!"
"Those who receive me,will receive you!"
it's awesome what He's revealing and rebuilding in and displaying outwardly through your life... This poem is a tribute to your testimony of the transformation taking place ... Less of us and more of Him..
the vibrations of a butterflies wings have been known to make changes in the atmosphere ... simply by their wings ...
The vibrations of your poem will certainly do the same things here in these forums ...
Let those who have an ear to hear it .. Hear
Peace in christ
Michelle

I thank all three of you for your replies! I would also like to say that I did not feel any doubt or personal attack by Tommy, in fact, it helped me to question myself even harder than I had, and to reflect back on what was meant to be a simple testimony but ended up becoming a poem. (Honestly I did not even consider it a poem until after Tommy commented on it as such!) After I looked even deeper into the final place that I was avoiding, it wasn't so scary as I thought it would be! I was reminded to keep letting my heart follow righteously to heaven, but to share in this! It brought to light some reconciling I must do with my family, so that I can truly walk in peace and not push away or cause my family to be wary. I can repent in my heart to Jesus and receive forgiveness, but after witnessing it's cleansing power how can I not share that with others!