‘A Vessel of Use’

He rose. Once. Why do you keep killing Him and raising Him instead of yourself? I did have to die first so that I could live. Why don’t you allow this for yourself? Since, you are so hell bent on sacrificing Him again and again, why don’t you look at Him…really look at Him. Do you not see what it takes to rise? The flesh was stripped from His bones. This has to happen to you as well. In order to truly live, you first have to die. And in order to resurrect, you have to strip all that hurt you from your bones! Do you not understand this?

A Vessel of Use

take me and break me
twirl me around
make me a dismissal
‒this awoken capsule

don't put me in dazzle
amongst men
who only leave me
to fizzle

instead, raise me in counsel
a straight-forward missile
upon sin….a muzzle

use my body, my mind
all that is physical
to be a beacon
somewhat an apostle
but more
upon pride…a chisel
filling up hearts
in a secret reversal

‒seeing you, my Lord†, work
changing me
from a broken-down weasel
to a fighter in wrestle

don't give me harmony
in a land or house parcel
but instead Spirit
that's beyond universal

give me the disposal
in order to build
in the Kingdom…a castle
where hearts aren't tousled
but…instead…sizzle

give me the words‒
on their hearts…let me stencil
foreverness in whistle
‒not just a drizzle
but a permanent fossil
engraved love
to be passed down
not just in miracle
but in worthy, God†-fearing appraisal

(March 30, 2024)—He led me to John 12:42-50.

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