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I cry out the word of the
Lord
To ears that hear
what they want
to hear,
And tongues that mock
what I speak
every day.
Lord, I am but a man
who hurts, so
I close my mouth
To say nothing more
to silence the voices
to stop the pain.
But your word burns hot in
me.
It rattles my bones.
I tire of holding it in,
but in the end,
I cannot.
I must sing to the Lord!
I must praise Him!
only He can deliver me
from hands that seek
to slap me silent.*
Jeremiah 20
1 Corinthians 1:21 |
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*I can relate somewhat to
Jeremiah's lament
that God has him share His
word through unpopular
prophecy, and to those who
toil in pulpits sharing
His word through the foolishness
of preaching, as I
have been tasked with the
ministry of sharing God's
word through the oft derided
vehicle of poetry.
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Who listens to prophecy?
Who listens to preaching?
Who reads poetry?
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The answer, no matter how
unpopular the means,
is...ears, hearts, minds
and souls who God has
prepared to hear. |
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