Energized vessels corruption can't resist. Reused mass for varied vermin, oxygen made enemy, empty vessels, wonders never cease.
Thoughts, where do they go, what becomes of them? Constant changing everything! No control.....only vessels for the hole?......Can't fathom, I am more!
Tired battled burdens without relief, the living carcasse wearied from it's rotting stench, the tender soul crying for release,........captivity is relinquished from it's hold!
Energy is always, it will always be, when my energy leaves my vessel, which one is really me?
{Romans 18:21} I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of righteousness to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by it's own choice, but by the will of the One who subjected it, in the hope that the creation itself will be liberated from it's bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.

No comments:
Post a Comment