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“The spiritual person is the one who gains all his thoughts and insights from the Holy Spirit, not from logic, mere knowledge or human speculation.” — Martha Kilpatrick (Manna, 01/05/06)

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Poetry: The One-I-Need

I sought Him as the One-I-Need. I followed where I thought He went. I gave all my hopes to His keeping, knew all my dreams in Him, fulfilled. But He wouldn't fill me. I longed to know Him, as ...

Poetry: All is Given

To receive. That is all there is to the Christian life. All is given. All is already there, not to be sought nor earned. A feast of strength and glory, a banquet of rich sustaining. An adorning ...

Poetry: Too Rich to be Poor

A "certain ruler" had this life in all success. He was rich. He had youth. He ruled. He would consider the after-life to secure it as well. So he sought this Jesus to acquire ete ...

Poetry: Consider the Lily

God said "consider the lily"... Amp. Matt. 6:28 Consider the lilies of the field and learn thoroughly how they grow; they neither toil or spin. Yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his m ...

Poetry: Only Love

I walk a transient path in time that flees With clouds of pleasure passing on, In borrowed friendship, not my own. I hold a comely hand that will withdraw. A voice that soon will silent fall An ...

Poetry: Robed in God

Sated with His presence Go you forth. Steeped in words majestic Of His worth. Possessed of Power, Highest Walk you on. The Spirit's own dominion, He has won. His Love's gentle victory Sen ...

Poetry: The Voice

Hope lies hidden in the spirit, buried by the rubble of living. Despair walks heavy in the open...this IS. Sweet are the Words that dispel the dark specter of despair. It is a Voice making music i ...

Poetry: with me

When the soaring heart can see your face and all my joys are in their place You are with me. In days of work and simple task I do not even need to ask You are with me. Through weary fog of b ...

Poetry: As You Love Yourself

The hidden crisis of love is whether to love oneself. There can be no love for my neighbor when the burning secret of my heart is loathing for my being and rage for my inadequacy. If i hate my ...

Poetry: Penny for the Plate

My heart has treasured, like a bag lady, the refuse and scum of this world. As I step before His holy throne my offering, my oil, my presented gifts are empty bottles mauled by the mouth of this world ...

Poetry: The Wind and the Waves

My faith sings, my passion soars In ebb tide do I drift from shores Out on the sea, I walk His waves Where dependence alone, courageously braves Trading the secure for the surprise Allowing m ...

Poetry: The Frightful Revelation of the Soul

As Scrutiny looks within to me I see what, thought I, would never be. All the horrors, locked away Revealed-in full-one awful day. Deep beyond the twinkling eyes Lives man, the likes, that al ...

Poetry: The Lover You Seek is God

This generation's endless scrambling For a true love is their pursuit. To silence the greatest hearts longing Just anything to make it mute. "Is there no one who is willing?" To stand ...

Poetry: Man so, God so!

man SO small, SO small IS man. GOD SO BIG, SO BIG IS GOD! Within the face of time, I am less than a tick of a second hand. Here today and gone tomorrow, "but a vapor was he." But there ...

Poetry: Waiting on God

As assignment comes down from Headquarters To listen and wait for further instruction. I battle in my mind with unresolved guilt Expectations laid on me from the beginning of time. Yet are they fo ...

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