Did you miss it?
Nails pierced
hands and feet.
Three days in the ground.
Rise up!
Meet and greet.
Dear Galatians,
Remember me?
Commissioned by
the Father, not by man.
(And not by your local
hotshot prophet
named “Stan.”)
There’s only one True Gospel—
no add-ons.
No sequels.
There’s only one
I AM, and He already
wrote the prequel.
There’s only one
“I’m Finished.”
There’s only one
“My Bride.”
There’s only one
True Lord—
lights up the dark
on the inside.
There’s only one True Gospel;
there’s only one Salvation,
only one Yeshua
who leads you off
sin’s plantation.
What started with grace
won’t be perfected by
the law.
Any plan to do so
has a crucial flaw.
Life breathed by Spirit
is not rule chiseled in stones.
The fruit of legalism
is a valley of dry bones.
Dry bones, try bones,
do-it-all yourself bones
leading yourself to groans
and moans locked outside
heaven’s gate but not by
God’s will; you just stopped
yourself before you even
climbed up that hill
empowered by the Spirit
where a full meal waits.
(Please, no hates!)
Selah.
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