A.R. (16 Jan 2009)
"This thorn has many briers....."

 
 

OH, FOUL Thorn

 
This thorn has appendages! You know....the one in my side.
Did Paul have a thorn like a spike, was it as big as mine, as thick, or as wide?
How far will I slide.......into this deep pit of pride? I've been lazy, lied...
I just want to be a better.....well, your Bride!
 
Oh, foul thorn, when might I be rid of thee?
How wilt thou take pity for thy wounded flesh, oh flesh,
Or, how wilt thou take pity even for me? 
Hearken, take thou pity on my soul, oh Lord....and thresh at will......
For I know these trials have purified me, and I will rejoice still!
 
How has this thorn lost spikes?
What I mean to say, by the way is.....
How CAN this thorn loose more?, yikes!
And she remembers, or...Holy Spirit reminding?
Holy Spirit reminding, He is!..........    (better, yes?)
 
Take two living things, plant, human, or beast,
Feed less to the baser, to the other - feast!
Which one will grow stronger, it WON'T be the least,
Indeed, by my Spirit, you shall conquer the deepest deep.
As yet cold, asleep, a sheep for the shearer,
Fear not to be stripped, the Shepherd's still nearer.
 
Oh, foul thorn, how I long to be rid of thee!
How wilt thou take pity for thy wounded flesh, oh flesh,
Or, how wilt thou take pity........for me? 
Hearken, take thou pity on my soul, oh Lord....and thresh at will......
For I know these trials have purified me, and I will rejoice still!!
 
Take two living things, flesh & spirit will do,
Feed more to the one; know the outcome do you?
Though flesh be "living" death, all the better to starve,
Feed the Spirit, hear the Word, it DOES slice, it DOES carve,
 
It DOES discern, you will learn. most assuredly,.........
And cut, cut, cut, out of that other rut, yielding one less brier on that thorn.
Purely, surely, and one as white, transformed;
Modest, blameless and comely, ready for royal robes, I shall call you up!
And you shall fly near to me with the blast of the trump, not the horn.
 
Oh, foul thorn, thou hast lost the arms of thee!!
Not long wilt thou take pity for thy wounded flesh, oh flesh!
Hearken, take thou pity on my soul oh Lord....and reprove at will......
For I'm certain, YOUR trials, all these trials have purified me, and I will rejoice still!!!
 
Be thou perfect. Be thou perfect?
But?.......
.............Nothing, but nothing, see here! Hast thou made many steps forward?
Or, even any way, anywhere toward?
Speak to me, speak to me, yes speak to me, froward, blank board!
 
You know NOT the lengths of my mercy, come here see....come here this new morn,
Come here my bride; I desire treasure for you my treasure UP HERE, and HEAR....
I'm YOUR parent, your Father, YOUR Dear, your wheat, your corn....
I AM! Be still & know, assuredly, to YOU, you know I am much more.
It is only the sin that I detest, abhor.
 
Oh, foul thorn, I yet truly will to be rid of thee!!
Not longer wilt thou cling to this wounded flesh, oh my soul, rejoice!!!!
Hearken, take thou full possession of my soul, most blessed Lord Jesus....and bless at will......
For I know your trials have purified me, and I will rejoice still & evermore,
And I will rejoice still!!!!!
 
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How can I not include something so abnormal, unusual, against-all-odds, as this experience with the following phenom. of which many of you have written in about;
No joke, after having another 11:11 "thingy" happen earlier - I'm not sure if my prior note about this will get posted - since that time, just a few hours ago - it's happened again, (when I wasn't even sure what hour it was before I looked at the clock), again, I get up from this computer chair, and walk into the kitchen, where two separate glowing digitals are blaring 2:22! At no other times did I look at a clock and, both times I was clueless as to the time, or rather - I didn't ponder it.