Forgotten coaster
Misplaced cup
A thoughtless sloppy sip
Brings me a
Permanently insidious
Stain
A stinging reminder
Of a reckless choice
Along with the regretful
consequence
That marks up my furniture
Oh how it all
Sums up my life
Exposing the soul state
Dooming me
To filthy existence
My anxious thoughts
Excavating
Internal turmoil
Jittery hands
Rub fruitlessly to remove
Blemish
After blemish
An endless collection
Of which scrubbing bubbles
Cannot purify
Blackness like "dark roast"
Stains my soul
A silent scream within
Echoes Lady MacBeth's furious cry:
"Out, Out! Damn spot!!
Filth consumes
My precious heart
Oh what a ruin!
A ruin!
Yet I must believe
Its intrinsic value beyond measure
Imparted by the creator
But still marked
With a hideous heirloom
Passed down the line
To ongoing generations
A well-worn path begging to be trod upon
I have tried so hard
How did this happen?
Misconceived notions
Faulty logic
Something must hold the solution
Coaster after faulty coaster
Strategy after failed strategy
Mug after porcelain mug
Restrictions imposed and guidelines drawn
Those too
Dismissed and crossed over
Sippy cup after sippy cup attempted
To hold back the potent
Liquid stain
Coursing through
Our veins and percolating in our atoms
Child locks on our lips, forced opened
All this attempted
But to no avail
How could I have ruined so much furniture?
Why is the hope for stain-free existence such futility?
An endless straining
"If only..."
"I could have..."
"I should have..."
"Why didn't I...?"
"Maybe this time..."
Ah!
The regrets could never end
Hypotheticals swarming my mind
Like hornets surrounding a hive
Eagerly planning to overwhelm
Driving me
And those who ponder
To despair
Is there no formula?
A soul's industrial cleaner?
Surely man has wrought
An innovative chemical compound
Or high fiber, soul cleansing smoothie system
Perhaps a spiritual drain cleaner?
Which could wipe away the propensity
To corrupt the beauty surrounding
And tarnish the jewel within
Alas, humanity
In all its technological wizardry
Has come up
Blank
Offering empty promises
Leading to nothing
But failure
Utter failure
But someone found a way
To wash and purify
Using a cleanser developed
Not by human hands
Or conceived with earthly intellect
But One Solvent
Poured out from The Heart
On stained wood
Crimson
With divine blood
The ultimate liquid life-force
Drained from a pierced heart
Hole-y hands
And steadfast feet
Pure life poured out
For us
Let us bathe in it
Like tomato juice used
For Skunk-like stench removal
So does the Anointed One's
Love
Gather around my soul
And yours
So let your 'self' soak
In the deep rouge sea
Drink in your fill
So love seeps out your pores
And your life-pumping organ
Beats in time
With the originator of it all
Declaring He is in you
This is the Only Hope
For a pure conscience
A clean slate
A restored inner life
Pristine spiritual furniture
And joy unspeakable
To the
One
Given for many
Who died
But lives eternal
Be the Glory
Forever
And ever
Misplaced cup
A thoughtless sloppy sip
Brings me a
Permanently insidious
Stain
A stinging reminder
Of a reckless choice
Along with the regretful
consequence
That marks up my furniture
Oh how it all
Sums up my life
Exposing the soul state
Dooming me
To filthy existence
My anxious thoughts
Excavating
Internal turmoil
Jittery hands
Rub fruitlessly to remove
Blemish
After blemish
An endless collection
Of which scrubbing bubbles
Cannot purify
Blackness like "dark roast"
Stains my soul
A silent scream within
Echoes Lady MacBeth's furious cry:
"Out, Out! Damn spot!!
Filth consumes
My precious heart
Oh what a ruin!
A ruin!
Yet I must believe
Its intrinsic value beyond measure
Imparted by the creator
But still marked
With a hideous heirloom
Passed down the line
To ongoing generations
A well-worn path begging to be trod upon
I have tried so hard
How did this happen?
Misconceived notions
Faulty logic
Something must hold the solution
Coaster after faulty coaster
Strategy after failed strategy
Mug after porcelain mug
Restrictions imposed and guidelines drawn
Those too
Dismissed and crossed over
Sippy cup after sippy cup attempted
To hold back the potent
Liquid stain
Coursing through
Our veins and percolating in our atoms
Child locks on our lips, forced opened
All this attempted
But to no avail
How could I have ruined so much furniture?
Why is the hope for stain-free existence such futility?
An endless straining
"If only..."
"I could have..."
"I should have..."
"Why didn't I...?"
"Maybe this time..."
Ah!
The regrets could never end
Hypotheticals swarming my mind
Like hornets surrounding a hive
Eagerly planning to overwhelm
Driving me
And those who ponder
To despair
Is there no formula?
A soul's industrial cleaner?
Surely man has wrought
An innovative chemical compound
Or high fiber, soul cleansing smoothie system
Perhaps a spiritual drain cleaner?
Which could wipe away the propensity
To corrupt the beauty surrounding
And tarnish the jewel within
Alas, humanity
In all its technological wizardry
Has come up
Blank
Offering empty promises
Leading to nothing
But failure
Utter failure
But someone found a way
To wash and purify
Using a cleanser developed
Not by human hands
Or conceived with earthly intellect
But One Solvent
Poured out from The Heart
On stained wood
Crimson
With divine blood
The ultimate liquid life-force
Drained from a pierced heart
Hole-y hands
And steadfast feet
Pure life poured out
For us
Let us bathe in it
Like tomato juice used
For Skunk-like stench removal
So does the Anointed One's
Love
Gather around my soul
And yours
So let your 'self' soak
In the deep rouge sea
Drink in your fill
So love seeps out your pores
And your life-pumping organ
Beats in time
With the originator of it all
Declaring He is in you
This is the Only Hope
For a pure conscience
A clean slate
A restored inner life
Pristine spiritual furniture
And joy unspeakable
To the
One
Given for many
Who died
But lives eternal
Be the Glory
Forever
And ever
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“Do not handle! Do not taste! Do not touch!”? These rules, which have to do with things that are all destined to perish with use, are based on merely human commands and teachings. Such regulations indeed have an appearance of wisdom, with their self-imposed worship, their false humility and their harsh treatment of the body, but they lack any value in restraining sensual indulgence. (Colossians 2:21-23)
You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:6-8 NIV)
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight; so you are right in your verdict and justified when you judge. Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; you taught me wisdom in that secret place. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity. Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. (Psalm 51:1-12)
Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through him! For if, while we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life! Not only is this so, but we also boast in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation. (Romans 5:9-11)
So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord! (Romans 7:21-25)
