Who I Am

Who am I now, who will I be, who was it that I once was?
Created, refined, renewed, somehow changed.
A remarkable journey, unseen.

Backward glance, mindful now, vision forward.
Partial past-sense, present life-blood, future veiled.
Confusion, understanding, mysterious.

I was different, I’m the same, I will be…

 

16/9/2012

James 1

Peter Craft – 6/5/2013

…the Bible shows us who we really are. It tells us who we are without Jesus and who we are if we are devoted to Jesus.

When we read the Bible we see our true selves reflected back to us. We see ourselves with all our faults and failures and all that we can be in Jesus.

So if we forget what we hear from God’s word, and if we fail to do what it says, we are really forgetting who we actually are.

“The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”…

Hmmm, stepping back.

Eye Will Not Cry

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Look inside your memory…
None of this is real…
All you think you know…
See or touch and feel…
Everything’s a mirage…
To deflect what’s going on…
Life is one big film set…
You’re a lyric in its song…

All that is around you…
Is just one big illusion…
“They” rely on compliance…
And thrive on your confusion…
Step back; you can see it…
And try to break through…
Escape from all your chains…
You’ll witness life anew…

It’s not what you thought…
Or how you once believed…
All that has been taught…
Is how “They” have deceived…
We work for the rich men…
Who laugh at the poor…
If you think there is equality…
You need to reveal more…

And understand what’s going on…
Outside your buried head…
Because people are so wicked…
And won’t care when you’re dead…
Start to ask some questions…
Don’t stop; just keep…

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With Time

R. A. Douglas

They say two is a company

And three is a crowd.

There are three at the table

Of the third I’m not proud.

I couldn’t erase him

And you couldn’t accept him.

The chances are slim

That we’ll soon be without him.

I’m not refusing

To forget the thing that was.

I simply don’t know how and

You continue to make a fuss.

Yesterday’s mystery,

Over now-history.

Transformed into a memory

That just won’t let us be.

Give me time,

All I ask is for time.

Time will heal

What the past unreeled.

Then maybe I’ll love you,

More than I now am able.

One day it’ll just be two,

Dining at this table.

The illusions of the past

May dissolve into thin air.

May not be so fast

But we’ll start from there.

Don’t ask for too much,

I’ve only so much to give.

Let’s ignore the third wheel on my mind.

Let’s…

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