|
||||||||
|
I beseech you by the meekness, Entreat the gentleness of Christ; Who humbled me in the bleakness, Boldly toward being sacrificed. I beg of you that when I am, Here not showing of my boldness; But the attitude of a lamb, Attempting not to show coldness. For though in the flesh that we walk, And we are not for waging war; The weapons of warfare is talk, Which is the truth deep in its core. Divine power destroys strongholds, Destroying lofty opinions; Against God the plan that unfolds, For destroying such dominions. Take thoughts captive to obey Christ, Be ready to be disciplined; If you stray and become enticed, By the evil that you have sinned. Look at what is before your eyes, If you are confident in Christ; Having knowledge to make you wise, Wisdom from Him made you enticed. For even if I boast too much, Which the Lord gave for building up; Never be ashamed of His touch, For nourishing me with His cup. I do not want to terrify, Or appear to be frightening; But the truth we cannot deny, The Gospel as enlightening. For I write as weighty and strong, Because of the body is weak; Contemptible speech can be wrong, When it is Heaven that you seek. Let such a person understand, Of what we say is what we think; What we do as to the demand, That God gives for to eat and drink. Not that we dare to classify, Comparing yourself to others; Rather trying to purify, Making them sisters and brothers. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
|
|
|||||||||
| |