Category: Art
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Poem: CIS-appointment
God is not Dis-appointed with us Rather He has Cis-appointed us
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Sex 206. Loving Father
Me: You have got to be kidding me. Don’t you know where we are? What I did to get here? What I’ve been doing since I got here? Father: Yes. Practicing!
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Poem: Unblind Rage
Anger is God’s potent gift To cause our perspective to shift From passive estrangement To risky engagement
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Sex 205. Loving Death
The bar is dark. I feel like I’ve been stuck in a cave for three days. The drinks taste awful, but they’re cheap. All they cost is my soul. Which I’m trying to get rid of anyway, since it stinks worse than these drinks. Then HE comes in…
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Poem: Consumption Presumption
But what if the tables are turned And Grace is not something I earned
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Slam: God Trained
When it’s time to mature Then the things that were sure Must be turned to manure So in Christ we’re made pure
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Sex 204. Loving Hiss Elf
“You ruin everything. You take everything I thought was good and pure and valuable, and reveal them to be horrible lies and shadowy deceptions. You make it sound like everything I’ve spent my whole life sacrificing for was an idiotic lie. I feel… I feel…” “The way you make everyone…
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Poem: Among Us
When He was among us We walked where He lead Now He has brung us To walk in His stead
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Poem: Union with Christ (First to Last)
Union with Christ is our Alpha The safety from which we begin But He must become our Omega With we and our world free from sin
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Sex 202. Loving Terrorsaur
She is not an object of desire. She is not even human. Yet she is my next quest. Pterosaur Her: Why can’t you just leaves her alone? I look at her. I’m sure I could kill her. I know I want to.
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Limerick: Step by Misstep
A life of perfect obedience Is not what God wants most from us
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Limerick: Heart for Hard Tests
When we find ourselves failing life’s test Seek out One who knows us best
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Poem: Fishy Calling
I must be the priest To reach for the least I must be the saint Who goes where God ain’t
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Limerick: Unclean Healing
Much harder to go to a cross And bear all the world’s shame and loss
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Poem: Uncomfortably Grateful
We say that God is good When we dine on comfort food Much harder to confess When we feel under duress
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Limerick: Keep On Maturing
The secret of growing in Christ Is trusting Him with all our life
Radically Happy 