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| A poem from Nathan Densley... |
March 5th, 2009 |
Nathan wrote this poem in response to Candice's painting, "Spiritual War: Destiny vs. Abortion."
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Psalm 29
Woes of Birth
It's a dangerous thing being born.
Born into a world of snakes and ladders.
Born into something, but very little light.
A world where love is only a possibility.
Where justice is an after thought.
Because we all just want to survive.
But we are formed before born.
The forming is even more dangerous.
In the darkness of the womb
A very distinct line is drawn.
A line forcing you to choose later on.
Between the Living Flame of Love
And the Taskmaster Friendly Serpent.
Battling for you and for me.
In the gentle expanse of your mother.
The Serpent claiming right.
But the Almighty speaking life.
These beautiful forming words
Fall on us and create destiny,
And not one you are bound to no matter
But one you can walk with Another.
These same words that formed the galaxies,
Formed you and me and are forming more now.
But the Legalist stands and tries to contest
He tries to contest that the Sealing Burning Love
Is not enough, cause there are rules.
For he fears the blood that flows in our veins
He fears the world changer that is breathing in liquid
He fears what was spoken over him.
That his skull is to be under heel.
So when his "case" is brought before that Enduring Flame
One thing is briefly whispered.
But is sounds like thunder.
"My Son's blood cries louder."
Just one mention of that Son of Man
Throws this Dust Eater into a rage.
So he tries to come up against these forming words
These words of a un-lonely life.
These words of purpose and character.
He sends his floods of lies to drown out the Truth.
But the Spirit sets up a standard
That stops those lies before they ever started cresting and capping.
And this song He is singing still squeezes through
The cracks of the Law.
These cracks called "Grace."
And when these speckles of worth find tissue to bond to
The DNA sings from within in the same tune.
Maybe even giving a kick.
For no matter the intensity of the Dark One
This Father will not be separated any longer.
He proved that, on a day when Jerusalem was filled with lambs.
But only One mattered that day.
He did this so the very little light doesn't have to stay.
He did this so that Love isn't just a possibility anymore
But a Necessity.
For sure you are born into woe's.
But just remember you were formed to conquer.
Not give in.
Not, "knuckle under and crawl".
Not to drown in the lies of your worth.
You were made to not be alone.
You were made to be a partner.
You were made by words laced by love.
You were made to bring life.
For your blood pulses for a reason,
And it's not your own.
So when you are walking in which ever way you walk.
Know which tongue is tickling your ear.
A forked tongue or a tongue of flame.
For your life is always in contest.
Some know this more intimately than others.
But you were meant to breath.
You were meant to sing that same song
That resonates in the Deep of you.
Stand as "Created"
Birthed into woes
The woes are seasonal.
This insatiable love is eternal.
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