Category: Poetry

She (Wisdom) has sent out her servants, and she calls from the highest point of the city, “Let all who are simple come to my house!” To those who have no sense she says, “Come, eat my food and drink the wine I have mixed” (emphasis added).

Proverbs 9:3-5 (NIV)

Folly is an unruly woman; she is simple and knows nothing. She sits at the door of her house, on a seat at the highest point of the city, calling out to those who pass by, who go straight on their way, “Let all who are simple come to my house!” To those who have no sense she says, “Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is delicious!” (emphasis added)

Proverbs 9:13-17 (NIV)
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I cry, and I don’t know why.
Staring, at the sky
No sad tears-
just tears,
filling my
I don’t know why,
I cry, but
I do.

Misshapen pots,
line God’s tool shed.
Each one a prize,
in the Master’s eyes.
This one is you,
and that one is me.
Each one striving,
for God’s glory.

But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.

Jeremiah 18:4 (NIV)

I’ve heard that Christians can measure their growth by the fruit in their lives. Galatians says, “the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control” (Galatians 5:22-23 NIV). It makes sense that, if we’re keeping in step with the Spirit, that is, turning away from the desires of the flesh to follow the Spirit, we would find evidence of it. What we call “fruit.”

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