May well we think of lust
Of sinful pleasures on the mind
And then of body to enact
Yet, lust is not so confined
To such and such an act
For where there is a thought
That self and another is of value
Differing and price paid, bought
Therein, it is great loss
For we have sold another
And one becomes the boss
And returning to a new found Truth
It is quite plain and right for us to discover
The blood bought price was paid
Completely and totally – for each other.
To walk within this place and see
That all that Christ, upon that Tree
Completed, finished, for you and me
Means so much more….ALL are Free!
No slavery to penchant whims
No need to pull on gloves to win
We stand aside, abreast the width
With mightiness within it’s ranks
The likes unseen – yet inkling known
Now, rising up, we’ve all come Home.
Belonging, joining, tethered for Life
And Breath is breathed…
God’s Spirit Life
For they; now Them, complete and whole
His Bride – all parts together,
There is no strife.
~ Shelley Weeks