Jesus, nothing less than Lord
I give this sordid spirit
without reward.
And with no restraint I pray
those enter no later
than today.
Lead me, Spirit, to my call
left at the Cross
take it all.
As blood should be exchange
I accept the robe
please- arrange.
Author notes
If you are in between worlds of self or Lordship, here is your invitation
which might be needed.
In a list
Do you know this calling?
Comments
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Ah my Beloved Friend ...
within your poem I read the very clear message in rhyme: Lord, reward; pray today; call all; change arrange; and then the core of it all: Spirit no later, at the Cross accept the Robe ...
It is so wonderful to unravel the mysteries of your poetic voice -- and always HIS Voice speaks within.
Love to you, Dianne.
Myra
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A prayer all will use sometime.
God Bless you my friend for sharing this one with us all.
Sorry haven't read more but it is summer & my Isa is home with me woohoo!
I enjyed this read alot. so comforting t read.
~Ron~
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Most interesting piece. It's a plea to Jesus to take you on. Surely you must have gained your berth long ago. Such rich spiritualism is commendable. Sweet love of the spirit is displayed here. I think this is so touching.
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