a poem

[Beloved Servant]

The woman represents THE SOUL
That was taken out of man
The man the SPIRIT BEING Son
Who came forth by God's own Hand.

For man was FIRST a Spirit
THEN he became "a soul"
And if you'll hearken to these words
The Truth will soon unfold.

The soul, outside the Spirit,
Is easy to deceive
But the soul that's IN the Spirit
A lie will soon perceive.

So let our souls be subject
To the spirit of the Lord
For if we do, we'll rule our flesh
And not lose our reward.

Now the serpent was a TARE SEED
That blew in from THE FIELD
And settled in the garden
The Truth of God to steal.

The GOOD SEED is The Word of God
Sown in man's side along the way
But she no sooner heard it
Than the serpent came to say:

"Yea, hath God said he shall not eat
Of ALL trees in His garden?"
And when the woman heard this "ALL,"
Her heart did start to harden.

"Why, God said we could eat of all, but one,
And here's the reason why...
If we should eat it – even touch it –
We would surely die.

"Surely die?  Of course you won't!
You must be kidding me!
He simply knows that if you eat
You'll be as wise as He!"

"Why, yes," said she, "it's plain to see
He's holding back on me...
To keep the best part for Himself...
The WISDOM of this tree."

"This glorious tree must be the key
To His prosperity...
He doesnt want Ad-AM and I
To live as well as He."

The soul that's IN The Spirit
Other voices will not hear
But the soul that's independent
Has an ever-itching ear.

She did not ask her husband
But like a ship did yaw
And as she stood there looking,
This is NOW the tree she saw:

"... not only is it food for food,
And most pleasant to the eyes,
But, best of all, this wondrous tree
Will surely make me wise."

Thou shalt not eat the cursed thing
Nor cover with its leaves
The FIG TREE that the Lord Jesus cursed
The Holy Spirit grieves.

Its root is dry, its limbs are bare;
It only brings forth leaves
There's not an ounce of cure in them...
Just sickness and disease.

For all man's works are filthy rags,
An apron of confusion,
A garment of unrighteousness...
The source of man's delusion.

But there is a Tree that God did plant
Its leaves shall heal the nations
A righteous tree, The Tree of Life,
Its fruit... God's new creations.

The devil had inspired in her
The PRIDE OF LIFE, poor girl,
And the wisdom that he offered
Was but THE WISDOM OF THE WORLD.

Man has to learn the folly
Of living solely by his SENSES
For against the serpent's cunning
They are pitiful defenses.

The soul did HEAR the serpent's lies,
Did SEE their worth and merit,
The soul did TOUCH the unclean thing,
Did TASTE, and then did share it.

She SMELLED the sweet smell of success
In the promise of the lie
That she would be as wise as God
And thus be lifted high.

Now the senses are the gifts of God
To help us in this realm
But they cannot function as they ought
If God's not at the helm.

– Lora Huston

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[Redlettervoice]

From one poet to another!!  :Peace:

[aspiring son]

Great poem.

From one poet to another!!  :Peace:

I write poetry as well.

[Cardinal]

 :cloud9: Cool poem!  :thumbsup: Blessings....

[DeAndra]

Wow....so true....love this !!!