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Reaping


Titus 1:15 

15 All is pure to those who are pure. But to those who are corrupt and unbelieving, nothing is pure, but both their minds and consciences are corrupted.

 

God sets the members ... just as He pleases.

No accidents with Him we’ll get our just desert.

That is kind of scary ... to always be reaping

what we sowed somewhere ... in our own preserve.

 

No two ways about it ... we will always show fruit.

It shows what kind of tree we are and in whose orchard.

If it makes bitter wine ... or vinegar galore

the fruit we are producing ... won’t bring us very far.

 

If it is love we are living ... you know sweet as honey.

The birds and the bees will swarm and spread this all around.

So life moves forward ... towards places not imagined

there to shower blessings ... quietly without a sound.

 

The tree may be me ... and the orchard the church

the least important issue ... is the quantity to produce.

It is the quality that counts ... this shows Jesus first

the Light Who opens darkness ... to expose all the impure.

 

Jan Wienen

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerfully expressed!&nbsp;</p>

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