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Conviction Poems

Meditation on 1 Samuel 16:7b

I can easily

And carelessly

Overlook important things

In this world,

In the nature of things,

In the written Word.

Little things like

Love-

Mercy-

Forgiveness.


Would judge the cover

By the book if I

Could only hear the directions.

So many things I assume to know

In blatant human ignorance.

What is my outward appearance?

Sinner?

Saint?

Whiner?

Does it tell you anything

About my heart?


This heart,

This placeful space

Where heaven and earth

Beat as one with our

Creator.

Not nearly shallow as the mind.


Satan knows his way

Into the mind.

It's where he paints

His seeds of

Pride and overblown

Importance.

Where he nurtures fear

Blinding us

To minimizing our

Own transgressions for

Glare of our brothers

High beams of hell

And aggravation.


Who is my brother?

You are.

Each and every one of you

A varying concept of my Creator

With hearts that

Only God knows.