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Cases


2 Corinthians 7:1       New English Translation

Self-Purification

7 Therefore, since we have these promises, dear friends, let us cleanse ourselves from everything that could defile the body and the spirit, and thus accomplish holiness out of reverence for God.

 

Cases

 

My spirit is in lower case, and for sure, it belongs there

The "I" sporadically observe Spirit in the upper case here

My lower case reflects my position everywhere

The lower has no humility, for then the upper would be seen

 

I do not really realize the effect that sin imposes

On the spirit that is me and the one I really am

My mind ignores my spirit and acts like it’s non-existing

That is really how it is, framed by my own shame

 

So if my soul can dominate and hide the “who” I am

Then the reality that is “me” is a second personality

I am split in thought and deed, not one in “who” I am

But two in one, where one is hidden, a split personality

 

If I am at peace with this affair, then my spirit consensus

Body, soul, and my spirit put Holiness to shame

As my spirit is hardened by myself and my pretenses

Then the two become like one in this everlasting game

 

Fruits of my spirit show then the condition of total me

Opposite from the fruitfulness the Holy Spirit provides

Anger and discontentment are geared by selfish me

And will flourish like a poison plant very deep inside

 

2 Corinthians 7:1       New English Translation

Self-Purification

7 Therefore, since we have these promises, dear friends, let us cleanse ourselves from everything that could defile the body and the spirit, and thus accomplish holiness out of reverence for God.

 

Now when my spirit is redeemed, remember the one in the lower case?

Surely it’s woven into one with the “upper-case” Spirit

Lifted up, I’ll rise above in soul to another phase

And start to see its ingredients and goals of its merits

 

Despite self and whose I was, God supplied the hunger

For the one, I need to be to the Glory of my Savior

His righteousness and image supplies my constant hunger

I want to be more like Him, but that is God’s endeavor

 

Obedience is the key to serving the Master

Follow is the call that sets me fully free

To do what is right in my appetite to be faster

Delivered from the old “me” that I still seem to “wanna-be.”

 

Jan Wienen

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