I decide to leave my ego on a dusty shelf.
There are no nails left for me. Jesus took my death.
All that’s left is His mercy, my beloved Rest.
I leave my fall with my rise. I leave with selfless abandon.
All I see are His eyes, and I will stand before them.
One of many, this I am, who’s become His choice.
Now His Spirit’s in my heart, with His gentle voice.
So He calls with much joy. I can hear the love.
I choose to fall for His ploy, being borne above.
All the work is simply His, I am just the clay.
He has given me His Script; I’m simply in His play.
To forget I must press toward the One with my name.
To forget remember Him, He forgot my blame.
I am nothing. I am no one. Yet I am all in Him.
He’s my Treasure, all my worth, replacing all my sin.
My aim is clear, my Target sure. My choice is simply one.
Heed the One that I hear, being God’s own Son.
His mark’s on me, the Seal above all seals.
My pursuit sets me free, running for His heels.
Author notes
Resolution
“Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”—Philippians 3:13-14
Resolution 1: I have not apprehended. If Paul could not claim such, why should I declare this for myself?
Resolution 2: Forget what is behind. This not only talks of failures but also of victories, for either can derail us from what we are to focus on, as stated in the next resolution. The Lord grants us this liberty to forget. To do less is arrogance concerning failures for hanging onto such is to punish ourselves, while He has forgiven us, or exalt our victories for they pale in the light of Jesus’ victory in His death and resurrection. To do as He admonishes here we remove ourselves from being swallowed by self-pity and loathing as well as resting on our spiritual laurels. The only choice left is to be about the Father’s business.
Resolution 3: Press toward the goal, the prize of the Lord’s upward call. To forget the past I need a future to focus on and move toward. To leave something I must pursue the higher alternative. The second cannot happen without the third.
He calls, I heed. He beckons; I come, leaving all my failures and successes behind. There is nothing in my hands, as there is nothing in my heart, but Him alone. His name is my heart’s fire and resolve. His love is my encouragement and exhortation. I find that this cited verse is my license to leave behind my baggage, a weight I am meant to lay aside, that I may run to Him.
Go to Him, and find your joy.
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Comments
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Nice Poem...
But very much over shadowed by the much more expressive words of The Living Word!
Regards.
DeGraw
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Absolutely!
That's because the words of the Living Word are more than expressive, they're life-changing. They are Truth, Spirit, and Life!
I couldn't agree more. Thanks for stopping by.
May Jesus bless you!
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well written. yeah, we can always find joy, peace and happiness in Jesus. He is always there guiding us along life's way. thank you for sharing this up-lifting poem. keep writing poet. God bless you always


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Great resolution! Certainly you get what many never come to realize. However, on another thought, I do question the word 'ploy'.Not sure this is beffitting. Just a thought, take or leave.
God blessings to you throughout the New Year.
~Mary O
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Very Well Done. Yes, we can always find joy in Jesus, peace in Jesus, happiness in Jesus. He is always there guiding us along life's way. Thanks for sharing your poem.


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What we all must remember
God is our all in all. ...mac

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Oh wow, thank you so much for taking time to post these beautiful and uplifting words. I really appreciate them.
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Well Done
Beautifly expressed. Wonderful resolution for the comming year. Great job.
*Go with God* my brother,

Valerie 









