ferment

Ferment
2-26-14


By the fermentation of old leaven
We make our way to the manifestations of inward heaven
Where I move onto chapter seven
Stated plainly in crystal clear antitypes
By the conversion of grape sugar into its ethyl state of consistency
Where joy and sorrow meet
In this love of God we can know for ourselves
Where their idols might make us change for the worst
By the fermentation of old leaven purged by the blood...










On Second Peter 1:2
2-26-14


O, grace and peace be multiplied
Unto you through the knowledge of God
Only useful if indeed you apply it
To the life in ones walk along the narrow way
On fire today for the elephant I let out of the cage
Pouring myself out for hours upon the page
Going places to yet increase my faith and enlarge these borders
According to our coasts in promised places
Yet to see that all that indeed is real
In what lies inside of me....










Calling
2-26-14


through the knowledge of him that hath called us
To glory and virtue these are the stepping stones
That lead me across the brook of affliction
In that I glory in the Word that leadeth me to life
Sometimes known as the shadow of beautiful things yet to come
Whereby we are given exceedingly great and precious promises
Suffering with my Christ so that I will know a glory much greater
Anointed today in the love of our Creator
Through his knowledge of which by these we are made partakers
Of this divine nature of our heavenly calling
Known by those that walk this way.....










Adding
2-26-14


Adding to brotherly kindness our charity
Glorying in sufferings according to truth and verity
Seeking today the sound mind of consolation and clarity
Offering not blood with leaven
Nor to seethe a kid in his mother's milk
Being something that I yet lack
Yet I can know such in the shadow of pretense
Of disposition natural and fleshly
Sensual in my craving for yet more
Adding to virtue all knowledge
And to knowledge all temperance
As he who knows these things will not be barren...












Words Claimed As My Own
2-26-14


Shortly I must put off this tabernacle
Pitched like a tent
Where we don't strive to make it out of the woods
According to the memories of the citronella lamp
And the carnage of mosquitoes
Where I will not be negligent to put you always in remembrance
According to these words made as my own
In that I claim the promise of eternal life
Yet promised not my tomorrow
Where joy doth meet up with my sorrow
Shortly I must put off this tabernacle
According to this time to lend and borrow
Yeah, I think it meet...