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Habitual


Romans 7:6 New English Translation (NET Bible)

But now we have been released from the law, because we have died to what controlled us, so that we may serve in the new life of the Spirit and not under the old written code.

 

Habitual

 

Rest in peace is unusually attractive, but why does it pertain to death?

Why not transfer it to daily living and let that rule either in or out of bed?

“Peace on earth and goodwill to man”: Is that possible without clashes?

Is it there we notice the difference between good and evil as time passes?

 

All is fine indeed is a myth, for dark and light are in a state of balance

Is it daydreaming to think differently, like a window curtain without a valance?

Do I believe in what I am hearing? Is information digested not one-sided?

Is it like a jungle without any clearing, and as it hits, it seems farsighted?

 

Do we get used to where we travel, and will we accept life without a fan?

And as we get used to a place to do-do, we seem to get seldom of the can.

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

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