The flesh of men fails, as does mine.
I'm a vapor, a proud thought brought to nothing.
My understanding is my death.
But You are the Word. As such You stand alone.
The only True thought.
The One Expression of Life.
The sole worthy Idea.
With You I can cast down my vain imaginations, my ways are brought to an end.
You are the Life and Death of me.
With a word from You I am not who I was.
You edit me and my world.
For this You are my Hope, my sole Provision.
You have brought me thus far.
You will bring me to Your expected end.
Therefore on You I will wait, on You I cast my life.
You will bring to past that which concerns me.
My expectation is in what You will do, for Your glory.
©11-8-09
Author notes
M 0 o f i 3
This is about my Muse.
Other words about Him:
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." - John 1:1
"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth." - John 1:14
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woa
we have the same muse then. I love this poem it was written so deep and profound it definitely gave Him praise and Glory. I am so proud of you and glad you're my bother. The poem make me see how humbling we have to be if we want to follow our Leader.
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Luvya, Kiddo!
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Awesome read this morning!! Your love for our HOPE is always strong in your words, and contagious...A beautiful entry...best to you in the contest.
Sam
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Amen, a true statement that He can use anything for His glory. I like how you show that we have to wait at times yet all will be fine. Doing it Gods way always works. Nice poeticflow.
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Nic
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Truly inspired. Nothing else need be said.
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