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Consider the tree, how she rises with growth Obeying the Sun as if bound by an oath Consider the sea and his dance with the coast A dutiful soldier, holding the post Consider the luminaries silent conformance A family faithful to the perfect performance But not so with man - who makes up excuses And sees all forms of obedience as nuisance Inspired by 1 Enoch 2:1-5:4 ~Poet of Ephraim
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How's He going to free us from the shadow of Rome?! Will He take Herod’s Palace as the seat of His throne? Are we to be sat in the Royal Court by His side? Or are we just like that donkey, along for the ride? How will he gain control over the proud Sadducees? Can He rebuild Israel quicker than it atrophies? When will He stand up or at least enter the ring?! Will Pontius be the one who will crown Him the King? Inspired by the expectations of the Twelve Apostles ~Poet of Ephraim
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A chosen leaf is plucked and torn, A daisy falls in grass that’s shorn. A wedding’s sealed, a glass is smashed, A candle lives and burns its wax. So it is in the realm of men For those with doom laid out for them. Their wicked ways serve for a function, But woe awaits and great destruction. Inspired by Proverbs 16:4, Exodus 9:16, Isaiah 37:24-29 ~Poet of Ephraim
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The stumbling block for Jews is Messiah’s first arrival, The stumbling block for Gentiles is Paul and the Bible. His letters cleverly reveal your inner heart's condition By how you interpret all the ambiguity within them. If you respect Yahweh's Law then Paul's a confirmation, If you don't, it's like he starts a brand new conversation. And if you quote Paul’s words before the Messiah’s And even over the Creator’s then who do you hold highest? A tribute to the Messiah's most misunderstood apostle. Inspired by 2 Peter 3:15-17, 2 Timothy 3:14-17 ~Poet of Ephraim
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The womb of the earth awaits those who sleep, Pulling us into recesses of our deserved keep. Enveloped by darkness or tormented with shame, Or resting in great peace with those of good name. But once there we can't leave in any direction, As chasms and angels serve as the protection. And there we'll all wait until time's at its end, To be spat out corrupted or gloriously born again. Inspired by Luke 16:19-31, 2 Esdras 7:75-101, 1 Enoch 22 ~Poet of Ephraim
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Who can judge your ways or correct you on love? Who has a better perspective than you who’s above? Who can teach you about righteousness or wisdom? Who thinks you’re only real if their sins are forgiven? Who weighs your mercy and finds it lighter than theirs? Who demands you justify yourself without getting scared? The foolishness of men celebrating their nature, Elevating their created minds above their Creator. ~Poet of Ephraim
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My burdensome friend, harassing me daily, If I don't watch you you'll rush to betray me. Slipping open my secrets and my negativity, Never freely doing good unless it's serendipity. My burdensome friend, when needed you're silent, You hinder my kindness but help me be violent. All the pain we've caused, you'll never hear it or see, But am I misled by you or are you misled by me? Inspired by James 3:7-8 ~Poet of Ephraim
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"Lord Lord! How we glorified you at our church service! D'ya hear our sermons about how your Law's worthless? Have you seen our great love towards immorality? You must be so proud of our overseas charity! We've ensured your old anger's kept safe undercover, But as for Paul's writings, may we have another? We upheld the traditions, their pagan roots blessed, So come let us in, you promised us rest!" And others will say... "Lord Lord! How we glorified you in our congregation! D'ya hear how we lifted the Torah to the nations? Have you seen our anger towards those who say "Jesus"? You must be so proud of our circumcision thesis! We ensure to stay deep in the Law and the Prophets, But as for Paul's writings, well, some say that he lost it. We upheld the traditions our rabbis have taught us, So come let us in, we’re Zion's true daughters!" Inspired by Matthew 7:22 ~Poet of Ephraim
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Gratitude The bride of the seven, forever adorned, A time to appreciate all that's been formed. She rushes to meet us with gifts of repose, Like the seventh prepares an octave in notes. She suspends the cycle before it resets, To help mind and body from all that besets. She’s leaving so soon but will be back later, Bringing blessings of peace from her and our Creator. Attitude We worship every day! Not only the Sabbath, Besides, Sunday is our day by reason of habit. In fact, Jesus is our rest, as per Hebrews 4! To give a day of our week is being ‘under the law’, Making us rest is legalistic and mean! And sabbath was annulled in Colossians 2:16. So we don’t want this Jewish day! Get out, take it with you! We pray that our God will mercifully forgive you. ~Poet of Ephraim
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Man, I'm exhausted...These crowds are horrendous! And if I dream it’s of a sea of faces that's endless. They push and shove, in this heat! And argue or sing, Shouting their requests over the voice of my King. I miss the days at Cana, when I had a minute to think, When we spent time together over good food and drink! But this crowd’s still building with the needy and the sinner So we’ll miss each other again and probably skip dinner... Inspired by Mark 6:30-36 ~Poet of Ephraim
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To see another's faults reflected within you, To hear their ways echo all they have been through, To hold their dream dear and try to assist them, To believe in them when all others resist them, To give them your time like it's theirs to begin with, To trust they mean well when they seem offensive, To be sick with worry if they suffer in health, To love your neighbour as you love yourself. Inspired by Leviticus 19:18 ~Poet of Ephraim
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A one-time event, never to be repeated, 'til day is far spent or their light is depleted. Blown in the blue canvas, spreading a story, Consuming the sun or shied by its glory. Practically still from wherever they departed, Trails, islands and whole worlds left uncharted. And who can behold them with ambivalence? The daily wonders of heaven's magnificence. ~Poet of Ephraim
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Every bird with music on its tongue, Collaborates in a united song, A resonation from across the blue, An endless melody composed for you. The crashing waves outline the score, The trees and wind sweep and roar. The beats of thunder, a cricket's chirp, A grand symphony for you, from Earth. ~Poet of Ephraim
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Who is this son of unknown, teaching us on the Law? He keeps filthy company! Traitors, lepers and wh*res! How does he speak thusly without our education? And why do so few of his words ruin our reputation? We're getting shady looks now, whispers when passing, Though we prove our purity in our cleansing and fasting! He poisons our city yet claims it’s we who are rotten He must be chased out! Or better still, forgotten.. Inspired by Matthew 23 ~Poet of Ephraim
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We must be broken to play the part of a servant Only then we can bring a heart that is verdant We must cast aside all that once truly mattered And watch as our pride and strength's duly shattered But all this works in our favour, given the fact That an image reflects more in a mirror that’s cracked And the weak wall that falters is built up with mortar So let's serve in His quarters and He'll stand in our corner ~Poet of Ephraim Inspired by Watchman Nee’s “The Normal Christian Life”
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I've hardly slept in two days and got a cleaning fixation, Sometimes I couldn't even breathe because of anticipation. Will God really appear on top of that mountain? Or will Moses say “No, because you all doubt Him!” But this morning is different, the sky's a strange colour, All these dark clouds are encircling each other, The hair on my arms seem to stand up on end, And our leader is laughing and singing again... ~Poet of Ephraim Inspired by Exodus 19.
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How weak I am, how utterly pathetic, My life is a sham and probably heretic. I have nothing to bring, no skills to offer, Except feeding the moths and blessing the robber. Guilt overwhelms me and I’m filled with dread, Imagining being shown who I should’ve been instead. Though within and without is the Creator's aesthetic, How weak I am, how utterly pathetic. ~Poet of Ephraim
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How narrow is the path that leads to true life, With logic to the left and reason to the right. “We’re under grace so come out to play!” “No no, you’re wrong, and it’s Sabbath today!” These two crowds keep the true path compressed, Too left or too right, the truth's far too suppressed. But both sides will remain in this unresolved riddle, Pulling or pushing all who dare walk in the middle. ~Poet of Ephraim Inspired by Matthew 7:13-14 and Strong’s G2346
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The root of a tree supports its skyward branches, Knowing not of the wind or how sunshine answers. It refuses to budge, creeps without contrition, Assuming its survival is the proof of nutrition. Its crooked network is deep, entwined beyond reason, That’s the way it is and will be, regardless of season. Cut down its whole tree, you still won't hear it plead! All that's left is its death or rebirth through a seed... ~Poet of Ephraim
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Your words surf through time and distil upon paper, Like the blessing of rain upon the faces of nature. Encompassing our lives like the seas to the islands, Bestilled for the meek but a flood for the tyrants. Your Word’s a blazing lamp, I see its burns in our past, Flames chewing up the kindling we hide in our hearts. Like heat from the sun giving growth to the seed, And the fire for a frozen man lost in his need. ~ Poet of Ephraim
