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100 Words the Closet Door and the Modest Carving

"...and the modist carving into the closet door read: "I do not place my life, nor my trust, my belief nor my faith within the resume of man, nor within his cause. For he proclaimed, is but a mere farthing of his merest self; and not of Me. He is an avid boasting; ungrateful, in the end still unwilling to know Me and share Me with all life. Yes, time is only a vergence forgone to him. His final day he will bring; and in the way, he brings this he cannot rest. I am certain of this." "Signed: "Peace" An ever reflective heart, spirit, mind, body, and soul, nice to meet you, friend. Some have once called the dreamer as self-serving within the jest that they carry for themselves. I have no resume of security, nor the double mind found through shame, pain, without submitting this effort to our Creator. I will not seek to please the mere twist of myself. for in applying myself towards this effort, means dishonor in death. How best may we serve, because I've said my prayers and am learning, I must apply myself to nothing less? If this effort is merely for myself, be forewarned I will lead us off of a cliff with the pigs. As I am being moved today, I am being formed into shape. I mean to say, I am not the wonton victim today. I am my very own jailer alone, no, I have no pardon for myself, all by myself. Jesus, come, protect, Jesus, save who needs to be saved, save us from ourselves. Jesus, keep us willing, bless us to share You as we will with the truth that carries all of us even in and through the very pain of death. Keep the breath of life within us, bless us to save face in Your Presence, let this effort be our only wealth.

Copyright © James Long

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