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John 6:63 

63 The Spirit is the one who gives life; human nature is of no help! The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and are life.

 

Spirit, soul, and body that’s me. Are not you impressed?

What you see is what you get and that’s my very “best”.

That is a silly attitude for all that others see,

is just a fleshly body concerned with its own nest

 

If there is any life in me it’s got to be the Spirit.

That is the One you cannot see breathing in the air.

You won’t know He’s really there unless you are in Spirit

and that is so misunderstood by people everywhere.

 

My soul can manipulate and make you believe everything,

as my flesh stimulates for the attention that it seeks.

The tendencies of craving for the fulfillment of desires

in selfish adoration camouflaging as it peaks.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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