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Words ... beyond control ...


1 Timothy 4:1-2 

4 Now the Spirit explicitly says that in the later times some will desert the faith

and occupy themselves with deceiving spirits and demonic teachings, 

influenced by the hypocrisy of liars whose consciences are seared.

 

 

Words … beyond control …

 

Catering yourself with slight invitation ... seeing self jumping ahead.

Words roll without meditation ... bringing down people as you get mad.

 

Is your flesh tired and mentally stressed ... is it in need of attention?

Your indifference is uncertain at best ... and your ego not to mention.

 

In what part do you want to reside ... in just comfort and peace

in thought’s dawn or twilight... or somewhere in your dreams?

 

Is success perceived by the mind ... or is it conditionally framed

by imagination in kind ... but then certainly maimed?

 

Contentment is steadfast in levels of you ... until the break of some news

Another received you thought to be yours as envy starts paying your dues.

 

Then words keep on pouring out all ... as your mind takes control.

Your flesh is happy as it releases the gal ... that waited in your mold.

 

One feeds another and triggers more ... spreading like a fire in the wind.

No more boundaries in this onslaught ... greedily feeding itself on sin

 

No stopping until the wind dies down ... some smoke is there to see

all is now black on the ground ... matching your soul and your fears.

 

Is that what you get when you scheme to receive what you think you deserve?

When awake in you bed the alarm clock set and desires attack every nerve.

 

Do you want to accept life’s gently path ... or are you now a “has-been”

as fires seared your conscience at last and you’re enjoying the condition you’re in?

 

Jan Wienen

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