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Limerick: Away from Presence
We may think it sin But ‘tis within Ourselves that we struggle with absence
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Law Detox
Law is toxic Though intended to save It will ultimately destroy Relationship
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Limerick: Deperishable (God WAS Dead)
As I came down the mountain Man said: Do you not know God is dead?
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Poem: Re-Storyed We
But what if instead It is others I please? Then I’ll soon live in dread As I beg on my knees This war between us Is living like orphans We scream and we lust As slaves to endorphins
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Poem: Challenge-Accepted
We have to feel we’re the star of our story So that we learn we are worthy of glory
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8/1 RSVP: Buying Needles to Strain Camels (The Purpose of Wealth)
Matthew 23:24 You blind guides! You strain out a gnat but swallow a camel. This may sound bizarre, but see if you can follow my logic…
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Poem: Step of Out
If we are to step out with God We must be out of step with this world
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Limerick: Powerfully Weak
To bring forth the change that we seek We must become powerfully weak
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Poem: Toll Taken
So all this world’s schemes Are but fuel for our dreams What our foes think will staunch us Become rockets to launch us
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Sex 207. Loving Life
I have tasted all the pleasures of this world, from the sublime heights of philosophy to the sordid depths of passion. All start out sweet as honey to my mouth, but end up bitter as gall in my stomach. This… is the reverse.
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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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Sex 107B. #JuliasRoom: Feeling a False Pretext
The emotional hashtag #JuliasRoom refers to the sense of dislocation felt when the character realizes something is “off,” even though he is getting exactly what he asked for.
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