A mind poem
I'd never forget it's Meaning, And what it lead me to do.
It told me God was Wisdom, And it was Knowledge known,
And Jesus Christ is Understanding, That's why we search and groan,
The Holy Ghost is Present Time, He only works right now,
He is the Knowleadge of Good and Evil, And works inside somehow,
Another clue to Spirit thought, Is about the forming of the lie,
And if you never tell one, You'll know the Reason why,
You can't be lied too, much at all, When you Know these things,
These are just a clue or two, Of what your Wisdom brings,
My Vision told me many things, Of this World's End,
But in trying to tell these thoughts, To make this World mend,
I find those who can not hear, And those who never care,
Have cluttered up their minds, And cut off their Spiritual air,
So once again I ask in Faith, Please hear the Final Call,
The Message I received my friend, Wasn't mine at all..
Knowman
Poetry by Donald Thornton
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Written on 2011-05-17 at 07:33
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The Vision of Christ
I was once given a Vision, Which Awareness, was the clue,I'd never forget it's Meaning, And what it lead me to do.
It told me God was Wisdom, And it was Knowledge known,
And Jesus Christ is Understanding, That's why we search and groan,
The Holy Ghost is Present Time, He only works right now,
He is the Knowleadge of Good and Evil, And works inside somehow,
Another clue to Spirit thought, Is about the forming of the lie,
And if you never tell one, You'll know the Reason why,
You can't be lied too, much at all, When you Know these things,
These are just a clue or two, Of what your Wisdom brings,
My Vision told me many things, Of this World's End,
But in trying to tell these thoughts, To make this World mend,
I find those who can not hear, And those who never care,
Have cluttered up their minds, And cut off their Spiritual air,
So once again I ask in Faith, Please hear the Final Call,
The Message I received my friend, Wasn't mine at all..
Knowman
Poetry by Donald Thornton
Read 524 times
Written on 2011-05-17 at 07:33
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