DIVIDED

I see you now, on the other side of the drawn line

Before us lies what makes ourselves apart, what causes us to fight

To tear merely hostile glances, but keeps our eyes from meeting

From interlocking, until there are examinations of our souls, until we commune

From one end of one’s imagination, arms may stretch to catch another’s

But the indoctrination of set-apartedness has smothered desire for peace

All I want is to war with you

All you want is to destroy my realm and make me wrong

All we want is to be perfection, and the other, wrongfulness defined

Besides the standing order though, there’s a lingering wait

Internal contradiction, twined it seems, by my own unease

I am battling to keep down the rising wanting palpitation

I want you to be here, or somewhere with me

Not beaten to death, after our swords have crossed, or missiles have flown

But in the circle of belonging, of friendship that is deeper than brotherhood

We want our lives together, sharing what differing but common gifts we’ve recieved

We want the cremation of fear and suspicion, the annihilation of othersidedness

We want the truce and the treaty to be articles that call us to love

To be in awe of the bond of our common hope in our savior’s promise

If we are in want of stretching out our arms to each other

We cannot catch those who truly are unlike us and are falling off

We could then be just as lost as they

Living pieces in spite of God’s gift of a complete picture beautiful

Our harmony as ones saved and in love

In Him.

WWF: Exploring The Mind Of Christ (Part 1)

1 Corinthians 2:11-16 (verse 16 emphasized)

The mind of Christ is the very mind of God the Father. Jesus said, “I and My Father are One.” John 10:30, 14:8-10.

By way of introduction: The state of our mind determines what comes forth of us. We can’t be better than the state of our mind. A better life begins with a better mind. A transformed life begins with a transformed mind, Romans 12:2. And a life that will end well is a function of an ending-well projecting-mind. (Note, this cuts across every sphere of life.) If you can’t be certain of you ending well in your mind, you may never end well, save for God’s mercy.

What your mind permits, your life permits.

Let me say further, an ending-well mind is a mind that is proactive in nature. That is, it controls situations by making things happen, rather than merely responding or reacting to the happenings. This is how our God operates, as the only One that has the supremacy over everything and all.

An ending-well projecting-mind thinks positively into a lasting and an enduring solution ahead of time. It is a mind that has things well planned out from the very outset. I want to tell you again, that’s my God! God makes no mistake. Isaiah 46:9-11.

If only we will tune in to operate in this realm, we will always put the devil where he belongs, bruised under our feet. But we are too preoccupied with a lot of things that don’t count toward the kingdom of God. Our priority is just so wrong. And we keep on suffering for it…

To be continued next week.

Grace!
Adebayo Funmi
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Christ-A-Poet

THE FADING SCARS OF OUR PAST LIVES

You hid that cut on your face from the gathering of eyes and mouths

Its marks strewn down and across your cheek and chin to mar you

Caused you to bend away, to cover the real you

So you think it is

The struggles and battles and forays for free living left you with it

The fight over what you wanted and what wants yours could be met when

Holding back and dragging through, skirting about jagged edges that bruised you

Badly

That signature need not be shown to be confirmed present

Your concealing it testifies that it is there and that it holds you

So all you are is explained by a scar from your past

Yet, you let it be so

You do not let it heal

But the infection rising from plastered over wounds damages your life

You are sick; your character showcases your sorry state

Your soul’s injury is an agony for lack of being attended

Come now, hide your frame no longer

Let the veil down and let the air of freedom act upon your bruises

Let the coming of plainness be followed by the reaction of truth and time

And the love and mercy of many compassionate embraces

In the place where we are united by a common trait

The scars from our past lives

We give each other our most priced possession

The love that our wounded healer gave us

So that even the near-dead can be loved back to life

So your scars should be seen

The sign that you no longer writhe in pain

And that your healing be made complete if you still do

In the meeting with our scarred savior