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sampsons11
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I was saved from a horrible addiction about three years ago. Though I have come an extremely long way with God's help, I feel that I still have such a long way to go. I still have faults that I know the Lord does not approve of and I give that to Him daily. I guess my question is this......I know that He is proud of me and what I have accomplished and become but at the same time, is He disappointed in me for the wrong I still do? I guess that I have not "fully" given my life to him yet and am feeling guilty that it is taking me so long. I am so free from my addiction now, I don't curse or drink, I go to church, I KNOW what my Father has done for me..........that's what makes it so much harder..........I FEEL saved-----is that wrong? Am I truly saved when I still sin? I know in my heart that He loves me and IS proud and maybe it just takes a really long time to heal all the damage I did, but am I moving too slow???
Thank you all and God Bless You.
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blackshadow1
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Am I?
i always thougth that when i got saved
the process to being for Him would be swift
but now i ask Him am i moving too slow for you
or is life just waiting to carry me adrift?
now......life is too short and getting way too hard
but I know that He is guiding me through
He is guiding my way and my path
to His greatness...but now I have questions
about when He is totally going to pull me through
I mean....I follow his will
His heart and His mind
in essence....i am trying to be
like the Father...
but every now and again, I ask myself
"Isn't it time for me to pull myself
a little harder?"
a little more push won't hurt
I guess because I went from bent to the world
to straight...
straight to the Lord who cleaned me up and drove me
to better things......
but now, it's just time for me
not to break.....
not to fumble, not to crumble,
not to sink backwards into the world....
for my brother, if u contuinue to follow His words and ways,
watch your life's purpose totally unfurl....
~Rodney Grissett
a.k.a. Black Shadow
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Spiritual
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Scripture "Thy Word I have hidden in my heart that I might not sin against thee"
Let the Holy Spirit take control and the Lord will set you free
God's love is not based on what we do
His love is for everyone, yes it's true
It's not about His love that He gives to us
But the Word says "give your burdens to the Lord
And He will carry them if in God you do trust
See God says in sin He cannot abide
He has to hid Himself. He has to shield His eyes
He is a Holy God and He wants to fellowship and lead
And as you keep His commands, you the devil will not deceive
Take up your mat and walk in humility and truth
Then sin will have a hard time dancing with you
The music is different, sin hears a strange sound
The melody is the voice of our Jesus
Sin no longer wants to hang around
We are partners with Christ
No longer slaves but royalty
Remember saint - I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
Christ has destroyed the power of hell, sin, death and the grave
And to those things we are no longer held captive, no longer enslaved
You have the Lord's power, the Holy Spirit within
Call on the name of Jesus and everytime over sin you will win
Now there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ
Cause we pilgrims walk according to the Spirit and look forward to eternal life
So don't be deceived and don't be dismayed
Victory is declared this very day
No longer will temptation yield to old master sin
Claim your victory in Christ! This day and everyday you will win!
SPIRITUAL (GOD'S POETIC MESSENGER) BE BLESSED BY THE BEST
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dearlyloved
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Letting Go
I’m convinced I don’t praise you enough God - at least that’s what I was told
And my prayers are passionless and fruitless and the fire in me is now cold
I’m convinced I don’t sing enough for you and listen to music that’s sinful
And my discernment is at an all-time low and my hearing of your voice is dull
I’m convinced I don’t pray enough, read my bible or encourage all my friends
And I tried to tithe when you said I should but in that I failed again
I’m convinced I don’t have this all together, I ask, am I even saved?
But I’ll keep working until I get it right - until my charges have been waived
I’m convinced I just don’t do enough Lord so I’ll work harder for the cause
I’ll keep striving to perfect my righteousness and somehow gain your applause
Then suddenly without warning I heard your voice cut through the lies
With authority and gentleness I heard you firmly reply -
It’s not what you do that validates who I AM
It’s not your righteousness or your works that has made me the spotless lamb
I came to take away your sin and wash you white as snow
So child it is your self-righteousness I ask you to let go
When you strive and press to do good works for me
Others are not seeing the glory that can be
For others are looking upon you and seeing flesh puffed up in pride
So what I ask of you is to allow your flesh to die
Let me resurrect in that place and do great works through you
So others can see the righteousness I bring and how I make lives new
Let go of reputation and be content with being mine
For you will see this is the work of the cross - my wonderful holy design!
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dearlyloved
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IDENTITY
Where are you going O daughter, O son of mine?
It seems you are in such a hurry to see the world
I wonder if you asked me or are even inclined to hear what I have to say.
Your legs run swiftly from here to there in search of my approval
By working one ministry and then several others you think I will graciously marvel
Yet I wonder do you know or are you even aware that I miss the time we would just sit and talk?
Does your heart long for the days like my heart longs in so many ways for the simplicity of your walk?
There was a time with child like faith you would snuggle up close to my chest
And there in the midst of storms and fear - upon my lap you would find rest
There was no great ministry - no fame or fortune to behold- no great titles behind or before your name
But only the purity and innocence of our relationship -- tell me child is it not you who has changed?
If you change the world but compromise your time with me-- if you move mountains to the sea
If you heal the sick yet forget who I AM-- do you think this is your destiny?
What you DO is not my greatest concern- for that does not define who you are
It is being my child and with that being content not desiring to be a "star"
For when I look at you I want you to know I see you washed in the blood of my Son
So those things that you "do" don't allow them to validate you-
For redemption has already been won.
Our righteousness is as filthy rags. He desires for us to become as little children. When you see a child that is first learning to walk stumble and fall do you sit there and get angry at the child and berate them for their lack of stability? Certainly not! This gospel is all about JESUS - it's all about Him. He wants us to die to self and that is a process. Once we decrease He will increase and live through us so that the life we now live in the flesh we live according to faith in Jesus who loved us and gave himself for us!
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apureheart
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You have secret faults and presumptuous sin
Is it really repentance when you do it again
Is GOD disappointed when we constantly fail
Will my faults and shortcomings land me in hell
I know where I need to be and where I am
I play in a puddle near GOD's spiritual dam
I've come so far but have so far yet to go
I should run fast but instead crawl slow
When will I become what I know I should be
I have found the door but I do not have a key
For the mother it was a very difficult pregnancy
She believed though others had little expectancy
If the child was born she would not be right
Her survival would be a struggle and fight
Mother gives birth to this child in great pain
Outside the window tears are disguised as rain
Sometimes great miracles have a great price
Children who are special are not always nice
They struggle over things that they should not
How many times will they say, "I forgot."
Others see their problems you see their need
You measure precious moments not their speed
When the need is great you pour yourself out
This is what true love is really all about
Your heavenly Father knows you better than you
You are much more than those things you do
You are a child who is trying to be all grown-up
It's hard to run with the big dogs when you're a pup
Enjoy where you are instead of looking where you're not
Father is here now if with your whole heart He is sought
You see your faults and know how often you fail
Father listens and then offers a drink from the well
.....peace.....
This is something I wrote a month or two back.....
Did GOD ever ask you to be what you're not
Do you judge yourself by how spiritual you've got
Who told you that you have to strive to be perfect
Why do you feel if you don't measure up you're a reject
Many strive to live perfect lives and all fail
"Perfect christianity" is a lie from hell
GOD doesn't desire perfect lives but hearts
It is in the heart where true christianity starts
The First Saints
Those Jesus hung out with were simple people
Not religious experts who never left the steeple
Folks who lived their lives with honesty
Not for show for all the world to see
These people made mistakes and said the wrong thing
Theology was over their head as they listened to birds sing
Their degrees were in Fahrenheit not PHD's
As they escaped the summer heat sitting under trees
Their professor was an outlaw who paid the ultimate price
As he died on a Cross soldiers played a game of dice
After His death they were drawn into life like before
Jesus simply asked one of them who do you love more
Into an upper room these folks began to congregate
Waiting on His promise and an unknown fate
These scattered frightened losers began to pray
They are now the most prominent of the saints today
.....peace.....
And sampson, here is something I wrote (not a poem) that might be helpful.
Jonah (Christian version)
This is it. I will immerse myself completely in the will of GOD or die trying. Into the ocean I dive going deeper and deeper. I watch as others stronger and more athletic than I give up and head back to the surface. But I cannot give up again.
I find myself unable to swim anymore. Is this death? Suddenly I find myself being drawn against the current. In horror I find myself being sucked in by a big fish. Darkness!!!
"Oh great, why me?" you think. Then you realize that you had spoken those words. Inside this fish you can breathe! With a thankful heart you begin to praise the Lord until it occurs to you that you have failed to die for Christ. As you begin to dwell on your failure you start to notice the terrible stench surrounding you. Everything you touch is like some kind of sick, slimy jello. Oh, how you hate this place.
You begin to pray. Pleading with GOD to deliver you from this awful place so you can go deeper in Him and His will. GOD is silent. Again and again you pray but all you ever hear is the heartbeat of the fish.
Later, for in this place there is no day or night, just darkness and uncertainty, you become angry. You do not deserve this. You kept going deeper while all around you others were turning around and heading back to the comforts of the world. It is not fair! And you are not going to just sit here and do nothing. If GOD isn't going to get you out you will find your own way out.
"That's it!"
"That is why I am here. This is a test. To see if I will give up or will work to find a way out. Thank-you, Lord!"
With zeal you determine to find your way out of this terrible place. That is short-lived as you stagger and fall time and again. Each time you fall the stench of your surroundings becomes stronger.
You are about to give-up until you touch something hard. It has the texture of rough stone. As your hands feel you make out the outline of a face.
"This must be a statue."
"Strange, though, I have never seen a statue with tears on its face." you think as your hand stops on a stone teardrop. Suddenly a warm drop of water touches your hand. And another. They slowly begin to harden. You quickly pull your hand away. Fear grips your heart as you realize the hopelessness of your situation. You run in terror. But the more you try to run the more you stumble. The stench of this terrible place is overwhelming. There is no escape.
"Why GOD, why?"
"You know my heart. There was so much I wanted to do for you. I was giving my life for you. Why did you allow this to happen?"
All you hear is the now familiar silence.
Dejected, feeling rejected, a tears slips from your eye. You feel it begin to harden.
"I give up."
Suddenly the big fish jerks. Again. And again. In a moment you find yourself being spewed out of the big fish. You plop onto a beach. The feel of sand felt so good. Air not stench as you breathe in the heavenly freshness of it. For a while you lay there face down soaking in the warmth of the sun, the sound of gulls, the melody of the waves, and an occasional plop.
An occasional plop?
You sit up and look around you. All along the beach are people being vomited out of big fishes. They all look terrible. That is when you notice the fish guts and vomit on you.
"But I'm alive and free."
You smile.
Then you see it. This huge bus slowly making its way along the beach. On the front it says Christian MegaCity. On the back of the bus is a hose and recent fish dwellers are being hosed down and given a change of clothes and then herded into the bus. Occasionally someone tries to talk to the busy workers but they do not have time to listen.
"Look, we know where you've been. We know what you need. Trust us. Just do what we say and you will be back in ministry soon.'
One person breaks away. They are chased down and tackled. Another escapes back into the ocean. It is then you notice the sharks near the shore. You see another person carried on a stretcher all battered up.
The joy of life recently felt quickly fades as the bus is nearing you. Questions flood your mind.
"Is this what I really need?"
"Why don't they have time to listen?"
"Why are they rough with those who question?"
With your last question you had your answer. You look inland. That is when you notice a strange sight. A mountain shaped like a skull. To one side of the skull is a waterfall with a blood red tint to the water. "Must be the sunlight, reflecting kind of thing." you think.
You start walking toward the skull. A young woman exits the bus and comes running toward you.
"Sir, where are you going?"
"I am heading to the mountain. I will wash myself in the waterfall."
"Oh sir, you must not do that. The water there isn't pure. The water on our bus is the best in the world."
"Well, thank-you young lady but right now I really need time to think. GOD has allowed me to go thru an experience and I need time to reflect and seek Him."
"We know, sir. That is why it is so important that you come with us. On the bus we have the latest videos, books, and music. You will find what you need in our vast resources. And there are experts in Christian MegaCity who have the answers you are looking for. Just come with us."
"That all sounds wonderful. But this is something I feel I must do."
You are nearing a narrow path that heads up the mountain to the waterfall.
"Okay sir, if you feel this is what you have to do I will respect that. Could you wait a minute and let me call my supervisor to let him know that this is your decision and that it is okay to not try to stop you anymore?"
There was something in the quietness of her voice, her humility that made you agree. It would only be a few moments anyway.
You listen to the conversation. You can hear everything that is being said. Her supervisor pretty much says everything she had already said to you. But then you hear him say something unusual.
"Break a leg."
You instantly think of the person you had seen on the stretcher earlier. You did not see what happened to him because you had been watching someone swim into shark-infested waters.
In the same moment you jump back barely missing an iron rod that would have shattered your knee. You never saw it coming and have no idea where she got it from. You turn and run up the path.
"Runner!!! Runner!!!" she screams into her phone.
Thankfully, she does not follow you. You are far enough from the bus that no one can catch you from there. Then you hear the shots.
"They are shooting at me!!!"
You run from one huge rock to another along the path as bullets zing past you. Except for one that grazed the back of your shoulders. Blood flows from the wound. You begin to crawl until the path curves behind the mountain.
You soon are standing at the edge of a clearing. Several hundred feet away is the waterfall. It had such an unusual, strangely colored tint. The blood red coloring was real not a "trick of sunlight". An unexplainable feeling of hope floods you. If you can just get to the water everything will be okay.
The beauty of this place was breathtaking. Wildflowers of simple beauty, sparrows safely building nests among scattered fruit trees. The fruit looked so good. For a few minutes you sit under one of the trees enjoying the fruit.
And then you hear the voices.
"I hate this part of our job."
"Yeah, me too."
"You guys are crazy. This is the best part"
"You would say that. We are only supposed to break a leg. The last guy you broke both of his legs...and an arm."
"What can I say, I love my job."
Laughter.
You have only one hope.
You run as fast as you can toward the water.
A shot rings out. You stand at the edge of the falls. Pain floods your entire being as a bullet enters your back, goes thru your heart, and exits your chest. Almost you had made it.
Eternity stops.
You hear the high fives.
"Awesome shot"
"Hope he falls in. Then we won't have to carry him back."
You think of those who had loved you.
You think of how all you had ever really wanted was to serve GOD.
In what is left of your heart you thank GOD for the rest he gave before this final moment.
Eternity returns.
Lifelessly you fall into the raging waters at the foot of the falls.
Strange.
"The turbulence of the water feels like a jacuzzi. It feels so warm. I'm gonna have to get me something like this when I get home," you think out loud.
Joy floods you as you realize you can feel, think, talk.
"But I am dead"
Quickly you reach for the hole in your chest. It is not there. Nor the wound on your back. Even the scars that you had accumulated throughout life were gone. You were perfectly healed. You had died but now you were alive.
"So this is heaven."
A warm laugh comes from inside the waterfall.
"Who's there?" you cautiously ask.
"Come unto Me and you will see," a gentle voice invites.
"Jesus!!!!"
You run into the falls and find Him sitting on a rock beside a door. You fall into His arms, tears flowing, thanking Him for allowing you into heaven.
For a long time he holds you as you cling to Him. You had struggled so hard thru many difficulties to get to this place. Then He speaks.
"This is not heaven. You were willing to die for me. Will you live for me? This door will take you back to your everyday life. Do you love me enough to live for me there?"
"But Lord, there is so little I can do there. My life is so full of work, family, and numerous other obligations that I have little time to give to you."
"I know. It is I who gave you this full life. I simply want you to glorify me in the place where you are."
"But Lord, I want to do great things for you." I insisted.
A tear slipped from His eye.
"Then you should have gotten on the bus."
In that moment it was finished. I realized that I had never been His servant but a volunteer. Going where I thought I should instead of where He desired. Using worldly principles just like those of Christian MegaCity to accomplish my will in His name. It was finished.
Sobbing I fell at His feet in repentance. Begging for His forgiveness.
With a voice of peaceful understanding He tells me that I was forgiven long ago.
I stand up and kiss my Lord. I will return and live for Him in whatever place, whatever circumstance He desires.
"This place of rest will always be here for you. Anytime you wish come and let's sit and talk awhile.'
He reaches out and touches my eyes, my ears, and my heart.
"Go in peace, My child."
As I walked thru the door I returned to a world much like the one I had left behind. It had not changed but I had. I saw and heard things with a much purer heart now. I could see GOD in the most mundane, insignificant little things like changing diapers and mowing yards and listening to a neighbor complain about how wrong he had been done for the umpteenth time. I was serving GOD with all my strength in the place where He chose.
And I do often find myself slipping away to go thru the door to enter His rest.
.....peace.....
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MaeMae
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THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD
The Spirit of the Lord
Is upon my heart and soul
My mind strengthened
Upon His Word
Jesus’ worth special to all
For our sins are forgiven
Purchased through the cross
Because of God’s plans for us
Spirits soars like an eagle in flight
To forge ahead in truth and might
On the winds of salvation
Brought for a price
Look not unto flesh
The answer can’t be found there
Only through His Word
Will the truth be told
Jesus has already paid the price.
Keep the faith, study His Word, and pray.
Meditate keeping His word upon your heart
And watch how your growth will renew your mind
As you tackle one sin at a time.
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Prophetjay
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You see my dear friend the addiction was not actually the problem
The addiction added to what was already there it was only a symptom
The reason you struggle is because the problem is still there
You haven't dealt with the real issue now the problem is where
Usually the root of a lot of problems is fear you'll figure it out if sincere
You may not have to look far, you already know what it is; it is near.
It's usually something from way in your past though it still manifests
That's the nature of fear, it hides behind doubt, and lies won't let you forget
You already feel discomfort you're getting sick in your gut; that's good
That just show's there's a blockage; living water can't flow as it should
You might feel like throwing up this always happens when you remember
The fear is welling up now the lies start to take hold ay caramba! (oh snap)
A joint would feel good now and maybe some beer
the best way I know how to deal with the fear
You've fallen right into to the devil's trap
That's exactly where he wants you at.
Take it from me once the fear is unmasked
The devil has lost you so now you might ask
Why did it take me so long to see
that the greatest harm I was doing was to me
Step one go back to where it all began
step 2 forgive from your heart if you can
Step 3 ask the Lord to forgive your offender
Step 4 now forgive yourself and return to sender
You'll find out the cage door was always open
But you wouldn't venture out you lost all hope and
You added to your problem by using drugs
Now that you have the solution it's time to unplug!
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