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Freed by Grace

And so the Lord says,
    “These people say they are mine.
They honor me with their lips,
    but their hearts are far from me.
And their worship of me
    is nothing but man-made rules learned by rote.
Isaiah 29:13

A Dramatic scene showing manicals breaking off a mans hands

Legalistic people should stay in God’s church. 
For although they don’t own the church, though they behave as if they do,
it’s a hospital for dying sinners not a museum for living saints.

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2013 in EXPRESSo, Pastors' Latte

 

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When I Found Myself Wanting

I’m a long way from home

Brown barked neighbors replaced by grey stone

I’ve got all I need in my purse

I’ve gained freedom from my curse

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I walk the winding dirt road

Towards my pasture where I lay my load

This is my life, I do to it whatever I want

No more cages and thorns, I recant

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Happiness, happiness, happiness, that’s what I need

Not crosses, not nails, not persecution after a good deed

Sex, booze, coke; rock the party on

I’m my king; I’m my lord; I’m my don

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I wake up to the golden sun

I’m no different; I’m still the wild, crazy son

I check my green bag, found bare leather

Quiet filled the houses as I pass hither

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I settle beside filthy swine

Carousing and reveling as they dine

I share with their dirty chow

My crown falls in humbled bow

Because of my wanting and desiring

I have become my undoing

No more cages? Bah! I am my prison

No more thorns? Bah! I am my double-edged weapon

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I walked headlong to my curse

My life only became much worse

Life for a lie, that’s what I gained

Searching for happiness was all but vain

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I come upon a hill far from hidden

It seemed familiar, by nostalgia was I bitten

A lone figure, gloriously waited on a throne

He didn’t budge, didn’t cast the first stone

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He threw away his radiant crown

Stripped all his royalty and regality down

He stumbled, was bruised and bled as he ran to me

Hoisted me up to his shoulders as if I was once again a baby

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Upon his back I see the world anew

And although I still sin, I’ll never meet my fiery due

Compared to his overwhelming grace, my wrongs are but a few

He’ll always be there, ready to run towards me and to you too.

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2012 in EXPRESSo, POEMgranate

 

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Free Way

Let God lead the way, let us simply obey.

 
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Posted by on May 8, 2012 in EXPRESSo, Pastors' Latte

 

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