In search ...

James 4:5 

⁵ Or do you think the scripture means nothing when it says, “The spirit that God caused to live within us has an envious yearning”?

In search for

Outside of Christ my Savior ... who knows more about me?

It must be my inner man ... the one the battle is over.

My outer him I understand ... and even my emotions.

My mind interprets that well ... in search for a 4 leaf clover.

The functions of the inner man ... appear in a third dimension.

It is where communion resides ... with the Holy Spirit and call.

It is where conscience gets a start ... to sent warnings to the outer

directly to the soul for “me” ... but I guess that is not all.

It is the place where God reveals ... the purpose of our calling.

It is where God shows ... the reality of “our” truth.

It is in fact the place ... where God walks through the garden

with me and other children ... to prepare our final move.

My outer man knows little ... about my inner man.

They have nothing in common ... except they appear as one.

One is just a vessel ... and the other the substance

that the vessel is holding ... like a jar filled with jam.

We seem to belong together ... but that is just temporal

for what you see before you ... is not at all what you get.

An appealing label ... like a colorful mural

tastefully decked out ... but basically all bad.

The inner man is different ... He is the One with Christ.

Seated in our Savior ... where “All in All” resides.

There I find no secrets ... for all is in the open

and all is purified by Christ ... Who is the Light.

From here my conscience signals ... to the center of my reason.

The Light it sends forward enters the caverns of my mind.

Is it any wonder ... that much of the Light gets splintered

in the dead end streets called self ... where my outer man defines?

Can my mind drag down my spirit ... once it is redeemed?

Does my spirit isolate himself for the need to be free?

As like through floating in the air ... for victory is where

intuition flourishes and thoughts from Heaven meet.

Jan Wienen