Testimony, Forgotten


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There you are, my long lost friend!  I thought perhaps you’d gone.  Your Father has shown in the noonday light, so too his beautiful Son.

But you’ve hidden yourself, as if embarrassed.  A speck in the great sea of men.  Through darkness I looked and could not find, your shining example within.

But here through my windows I see you arise.  And a hope springs afresh with great joy.  Teach me by doing, and lighten my path.  Let me see His great works, o’holy envoy.

By His Grace

The Way HOME


Open, wanton, sick and twisted;

Is the box of flesh your soul resides in.

Closed, Holy, Life and straight;

Is the path of life we’re given from Him.

Say you are able to find the way Home,

And your tongue will make you a liar.

The only way Home to a wayward soul,

Is consumed by The Holy Fire.

How can the flesh endure His great thrashing?

What strength does it have to remain?

The soul either emulates all that is passing,

Or submits itself to be tamed.

By His Grace