What is Love?
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I was the age Christ was believed to have been when He was crucified, buried, and resurrected for the saving of our souls 
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That was so much fun the other day spontaneously riffing on the joy of fishes and dishes
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If dishes were fishes they'd lick the plates clean
Needing no water in basins to rinse per routine
To get rid of all traces of gravy 'n' poutine
Not that I'm a lover of such French fried spuds
But I needed a rhyme or this poem'd be a dud.
And dishes are doozies, the doing, the mess
I really detest them I freely confess.
Much rather I'd have fishes swimming in my sink
To ponder and muse on and help myself think
Of the mysteries profound and the awe life us brinks
Instead of dishes piled up and causing a stink.
To go swimming with fishes - of mammalian species
Is dreamed of by many and this ain't no deliracy!
Nor drummed up by those in the making of seaspiracies
To lay bare the horror of fishy atrocities
Oh, no, so I'm told these dear fishies do bear
All manner of discomfit empowered to snare
Their flesh although scaly and meat bony within
There still are those, yes! Who with fish long to swim.
And just think of it, fam, if dishes were fishes
The delicacies beyond even outlandish wishes
Would be served up daily alongside spud knishes
Though caviar and sushi they'd sure hope were bishes!
Needing no water in basins to rinse per routine
To get rid of all traces of gravy 'n' poutine
Not that I'm a lover of such French fried spuds
But I needed a rhyme or this poem'd be a dud.
And dishes are doozies, the doing, the mess
I really detest them I freely confess.
Much rather I'd have fishes swimming in my sink
To ponder and muse on and help myself think
Of the mysteries profound and the awe life us brinks
Instead of dishes piled up and causing a stink.
To go swimming with fishes - of mammalian species
Is dreamed of by many and this ain't no deliracy!
Nor drummed up by those in the making of seaspiracies
To lay bare the horror of fishy atrocities
Oh, no, so I'm told these dear fishies do bear
All manner of discomfit empowered to snare
Their flesh although scaly and meat bony within
There still are those, yes! Who with fish long to swim.
And just think of it, fam, if dishes were fishes
The delicacies beyond even outlandish wishes
Would be served up daily alongside spud knishes
Though caviar and sushi they'd sure hope were bishes!
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I am new here, having just joined earlier today I am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
I am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
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I was the age Christ was believed to have been when He was crucified, buried, and resurrected
for the saving of our souls You are the second person to ask me that in as many days
for the saving of our souls
You are the second person to ask me that in as many days
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Yes, I was 33 at the time, and more than twice that now since earlier this year!
Thanks for the hug Here's one for you:
Thanks for the hug
Here's one for you:
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I am new here, having just joined earlier today I am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
I am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
But 2 lines are of immense importance to me.
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
Those words go to the gist of a very deep proverb of Solomon.
Proverb 16:9 A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.
On the surface this verse seem superficially simple to understand and absorb.
But there really is a hidden meaning not discernible to most that can set us free.
John_8:32 And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
I am challenging you to find that hidden meaning. (By the way it has nothing to do with mysticism)
I am new here, having just joined earlier today I am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.
I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
Many of your gracious posts and welcoming kindness to me and others, thanks
I am a born again believer since 2004; the following poem I wrote in 1988.I'm so confused
What did I do?
The Bible says I'm evil.
Have I lived most of my life
In the grips of the devil?
Why was this?
I think I know:
Insecurity had me in it's throes.
Love I was afraid to show
And so I lived in darkness.
But what is evil?
Self esteem?
Following your heart-felt dreams?
Surely God on glorious high
Takes no delight to see me cry.
His love for me I must believe
Because of Him we were conceived;
Love is where I long to be
And so live in His likeness.
But what is love?
Does anyone know
Just what it is
We're supposed to show?
What kind?
How much?
Where does it go?
Who determines our love's flow?
Are we really in control
When sitting at the wheel?
For reason still eludes me
When I think on how I feel.
Are we the same?
Are we to blame?
What forces shape our lives?
Science looks for answers
While our spirits we deprive.
Many of your gracious posts and welcoming kindness to me and others, thanks
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You sound a bit dubious about the poem that you just read.
Well I guess, that is the natural reaction of a Christian.
That is why we must differentiate between spiritual and secular (worldly).
We are in the world but we are not of the world.
Thus if we are unable to differentiate between secular and spiritual (worldly) then we are in for a very bumpy ride and a rude awakening.
All our families might be secular, our mother, our father, our siblings etc. We must be able to draw a line between our love for them and our love for God. If we don't then we are as blind as a bat and do not know what true love is all about.
Jesus changed the meaning of love when he said a new commandment I give unto you.
John 13:34 A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.
Before it was this:
Luke 10:27 And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
Now unless you have the Spirit of God within you, you will be totally baffled. Especially if you are a thinking man.
I won't tell you the answer as you probably will learn nothing. Therefore I challenge you to search the scriptures and come up with the proper answer. It is not any different as if you were working out your own salvation, as advocated by Paul, the apostle.