Sensuality is the greatest hindrance in the world to matrydom. To face matrydom,a christain must first have crucified lesser affections. He who is overcome by little degrees of pains will hardly consent to loose his life .
-Jeremy Taylor
Author: cindydike
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Humility is the blossom of which death to self is the perfect fruit.
-Andrew Murray
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Our outer life reflects our reputation with people,but our inner life determines our reputation with God.
-Joyce meyer
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Entertainment is the devil’s substitute for joy.The less joy you have,the more entertainment you need.
-Leonard Ravenhill
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Those heights by great men won and kept were not achieved by sudden flight; but they,while their companions slept,were toiling upward in the night
Wadsworth Longfellow.
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Prayer is not asking, it is a longing of the soul. It is a daily admission of ones weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without heart.
MANESSA
Oh Manessa!
Hear my cry
My voice is feeble and dry
You have listened enough to words of defying meaning
Would you harken the words that are living?
Behind the mask you wear
I see the concealed pains
And the confusion you try to refrain
Eyes sore with heart quaked sob
You couldn’t have gotten enough sleep! No
Awakened every night you stay
Stirring thoughts to reason
Nights age into the blossom of morning
But its radiance is darkened by your mourning
In the orgies of anxiety, you spend empty days
The more you go astray
You see;
Your dreams are tall
Yet in its pit you fall
Self pity purges your path
Self seeking that which taints your vision
Lies forms a castle
Pretense mounts into storeys
Anger and wrath weaves into a coat of many dark colors
You know them all
So why worry so much about your looks?
When in the nebulous darkness
You entertain all filthy thoughts
So ugly!
Not as he talketh
But as a man thinketh in his heart,so is he
Saint in appearance
Flirt in mind
This ways are not right in the sight of Christ
No! Daughter I condemn you not
I see the bruises in those knees you have so bowed
I hear your cries of plea calling heaven for mercy
I see the guilt that smears your conscience; you are tired!
Your throats sore; you are thirsty!
Your stomach churns;you are hungry!
Did you hear him say
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they shall be filled”
Oh Manessa!
Do you see the light
There is bread and living water for you
Yes! The word! A balanced balance diet
Eat girl; labour in it!
Use it; meditate it;think it
Say it at the appearance of evil
Fight daughter fight!
Your life is of Christ’s
Accept the word He has planted in your heart
It is very able to save your soul
You are hungry Manessa
Eat deeply of the word
Yes! Over eating is allowed!
In deep slumber…
Slowly went off the flames of the light
Casting shadows of a heart-breaking sight.
She cried in a broken desperation
because it seemed she and her inhabitants were left to die
In the ugly claws of rejection so she stared in fear
Doom seemed near
While in a deep slumber were God’s own tabernacles
Snoring aloud, head supported by feeble ankles.
In an alarming stillness, she thought them dead
Because all that blurred her vision was red
If only they knew
That her cities were ruined
Her buildings laid desolate, home crushed;
Cries of distress, a blasting tune
Her men in tortured labor, had begun to split up caves
Making spaces to dig up their own graves
If only they knew her enemy!
The man of guile had seized and plagued their streets
Leaving them with shuddering teeth that only grits
All that is left are weary souls grasping for breath
Earnestly longing for an easeful death
So with everyday becoming night
They are weary, white out of plight
Despite the surging wave of thick darkness
There lay no hope of light
Crazy!
She couldn’t understand why!
Were they not the saviors?
Who were supposed to build up the waste places?
The army meant to raise the foundation of many generations?
To repair the breach and restore streets for dwelling in as said the Lord
Through the mouth of prophet Isaiah?
For whom does she wait?
Achan or Zechariah?
Would they leave her in darkness and cold?
Their power and authority exchanged for insatiable vaults
Pleasures and filth the price to the devil they had sold?
Children of God indeed they are
She weeps at the hallowness of their claims
Because right from the beginning the scripture never said it so!
An unbearable shame even as my own tears comes afloat
I weep for a creation whose earnest expectation of manifestation
Is exchanged with devastation.
Christ a poet 