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The "flesh"


Mark 8:18 New English Translation

18 Though you have eyes, don't you see? And though you have ears, can't you hear? Don't you remember?

 

The flesh

 

Unconsciously feelings became part of my life and put the choice before my "will."

To follow the pathway of my feelings or to apprehend through the Spirit God's Will.

If I follow the first as the principle for my life, it will expose me to many dangers.

For my "will"  then is weak and unable to stand and to follow or hear what God wills.

 

Intuition in the Spirit is likely the most sensitive part of me

It is that part that the Lord Jesus personally gently instilled

I was dead, and He found me, and He became the first I saw

When He lifted me out of deadness, He whispered, please be still

 

But now my flesh is shouting out through feelings and emotions

"Hey! Pay attention to me", "you owe me all of your devotion."

And if I pay  no attention, it will grab me by the throat

And it crams me into depression until my fuses overload

 

That makes me quick to anger as I run through halls of frustration

To knock on every door, I see to escape this strange sensation

I run into folks, and I cannot see them as I label them one by one

Like no one is good, and no one cares, now I am the prodigal son

 

Feeding with the swine and I cannot see, but they communicate well

They never seem to get frustrated, only irritated once in a while

They look at me and see no difference, and I even smell like them

They will label me. They give me space and will not condemn

 

Intuition is only active when peace rules a given dimension

The Spirit's voice appears compromised through the ruckus of emotion

Ears that do not hear the first impression, then eyes that can't see the day

Convinced by a prepared reality that all things should go my way

 

Jan Wienen

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