Cavilectomy

Feed truly salvation, drive to anoint,
Cease then still, self-righteous appoint,
Am stating this not to deliver hurt,
Nor to devour, know; not even be curt,
Yet I have to state thus, the call evident,
Seemeth so straight yet with all but bent,
Hollow men, not the apostles creed,
Seeking not glory, different breed,
Truth so shallow, soaketh only heel,
That is what they rave, crave, soul’s meal,
Beckoneth a truth, amidst scriptures grew,
Yet reckoneth not, the scriptures true,
What do I tell them, they certify me less,
All I can say is that I love them, I bless,
I am but less, in stature they have grown,
Little expressions of joy, cut short with a frown,
Looketh in the eyes like an undertaker spade,
Calleth me to stay, bade, forbade,
They have a pack, fiercely frothing oil,
Setting the troposphere, exosphere on boil,
Seemeth legit, no qualms, storms nor calms,
Bent knees, warm envelope, clapping palms,
Yet they lose square, decipher not, acumen less,
I just dont want to chance on this mess,
Foundations of any ministry, tis commanded,
Be found on the creed, deed, feed that emanates,
From the order of Melchizedek, apostle gates,
Knoweth not thou, filled with holy vapors,
That whatever you strive, strain, labour,
Endeth in the category of ‘know you not’
If you do not align, to the command of steel,
Nor want to dwell deep into the spiritual feel,
Why then have you longed and sought?
Stood all alone and daringly fought?
Know this, these lines only one will know,
One in all this grand world these words go,
While you knoweth, the cran conjure bloat,
The association of the hollows doth gloat,
Maybe anointed but do witness, not disdain,
Dwell deep in the layers, do not feign
Tis not mine words that I put forth,
Twas in the beginning, was this birth,
Before the quarks that were ever formed,
Or the first nucleons ever stormed,
Long spent time, moving over still waters
Pre genesis, pre formations, pre capitance
He sayeth these, no not mine mouth,
Spare not one but two tympanum stout,
Recall, rewind, restore, times spent,
See around the corner there is lent,
Research the archives, scramble the digits,
Given when you left, before your oil was lit,
Persuade you to embark on a binary send,
To the digits given, the place that will mend,
Anything deviant, distorted, defunct, deluded,
And blaze you, restore you, fully reloaded,
So why spend time pouring all over,
Start to ignite thine synapse cover to cover,
Find the nuggets embedded in my lines above,
Twas mine pursuit, us to be hand in glove,
Will miss you, till we meet in New Jerusalem,
Maybe zion beckoneth one of us, shalom,
Shalom Yerushaloim! peace within thine gates,
Will meet you there, its just one lifetime late.

Copyright 2014 – Jesu Valiant

~ by jesuvaliant on March 2, 2014.