| Use something minuet to move my stony heart,
Like water drops that turn the creaking wheel.
Broken heart, open wounds, cry like a child,
Turn it quick to something more solid and real.
The poor peasant bring tears on the king's face,
Streaming down and landing on his greasy lap.
Why not bring the poor to me, o Father of Fate,
For I too am oft inclined to such a fatty trap.
My creaking wheel is spinning at the mill,
Over and over till the ill axle splits and breaks.
O Father, who will repair such a broken circle?
Than those that we nobles call our "Simple:Mistakes."
Fatter get more fat and plumb skin arouse,
Expand your barns and bid for advance locks.
Exclude the secluded and kick out the mistreated,
Life in a mansion and provide the rest a soggy box.
Keep your table, chairs, and rugs more warm,
Than those outside with knowledge to impart.
They have much to educate us with, noble sir,
Question is: are there preparations for a new heart?
Revolve, o wheel of my heart- turn and spin,
By the mere tears of the very least of these.
Revolve, o wheel of change within and out,
Power the mill of the soul until its time to cease.
Change will happen.
Happen to me.
Change will happen.
Revolve, Revolutionary.
"Revolutionary"
Thoughts on the homeless and the lessons
they could bring to our society if allowed. |
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| Forsake (broken) cisterns;
They hold no Grace.
Holes in the parched ground,
No water to bring to your face.
Stop your digging and labor,
Searching for Nourishment.
The [W]ell is already dug.
The [B]ucket has already went.
Pull up on the [G]olden [S]tring.
Bring the Pail up to the rim.
Drink from this water,
It overflows over the brim.
Drink from only this well,
Never thirst again.
Pull from this Cistern,
Never thirst again.
Rid of other waters,
Never thirst again.
Living Water now,
Never thrist again.
"Forsake Broken Cisterns"
By Brady Lee Hardin
Thoughts on Jeremiah 2:13. The
Words that begin with brackets
around the first letter reprsents
parts of the God-Head. What
are your thoughts? |
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| The last week has been a hard one for me. I have to admit that I haven't been in the Word of God as I would have wished or should. Some times I distance myself from God when I am busy or when I am upset-- both hit me this week. I ask for repentence.
In response to such action of avoidance a floodgate of self-pity, insecurity, and joyless living was broken, causing these things to come rushing and flowing onto me.
This morning I realized my need to repent from these things. I was reminded of a passage in the Bible. I spent the first two songs of church searching for them, but came unsuccessful. At the Journey Church this morning, the sermon dealt with Ananias and Sapphira. I related to the two hyprocrites more than ever; I knew what I was doing.
Halfway through the sermon, the pastor used this passage from the Word, the exact passage that I spent much of the morning searching for. Jeremiah 2:13.
13"For My people have committed two evils:
They have forsaken Me,
The fountain of living waters,
To hew for themselves cisterns,
Broken cisterns
That can hold no water.
(NASB)
That is where I have found myself. Forsaking God and making my own ways to "water." I repent. I am phoney more often than I allow others to think. I praise my Father for allowing me back to His Arms. What a Father that I am blessed with that He would fix a way for me to come back to Him!
///brady. |
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