Character

Proverbs 30:7-9          New English Translation

7 Two things[a] I have asked from you; do not refuse me before I die:

8 Remove falsehood and lies far from me; do not give me poverty or riches,

feed me with my allotted portion of bread,

9 lest I become satisfied and act deceptively and say,

“Who is the Lord?” Or lest I become poor and steal

and demean the name of my God.

 

Character

 

Where do you hang out? Where do you spend your time?

Is it in the chambers of my soul that claims to be fully mine?

How do we try to analyze where you really originated?

Didn’t you start deep within, or were you orchestrated?

 

You are defiled like my body is, but you seem fully independent

You depend on self, and not much more, mostly you’re underhanded

You are at the heart of every activity, you define all my schemes

The bad and the acceptable a moving target with the upper hand

 

You are hostile to the Spirit and finagle my very soul

You are just like my body; you never let me go

Since you and I are capable of doing good some time

You think to be all of me, but spirituality you don’t know

 

Jan Wienen

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