Obituary
I gave a lot of thought about writing this now
Either way it's literally true
From the moment I was born, till born anew
I'm either dead in sin; or dead to sin/renewed
Here stands this man, appearing the model of prosperity
The graveclothes of Hell cannot be seen
But toward the flames he carelessly careens
Unless, supernaturally...
Here lies the cold remains
The old man discarded, with all the shame
Replaced with clothes of righteousness
the Savior gave
Once a wayward zombie, now remade
"Some day you will read in the papers that D.L. Moody, of East Northfield, is dead. Don't you believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I shall have gone up higher, that is all-out of this old clay tenement into a house that is immortal; a body that death cannot touch, that sin cannot taint, a body fashioned like unto his glorious body. I was born of the flesh in 1837. I was born of the Spirit in 1856. That which is born of the flesh may die. That which is born of the Spirit will live forever." -- Dwight Lyman Moody, Evangelist and founder of Moody Bible Institute, Chicago, IL
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We Wrestle Not...
PoetryThird in the [A Sinner's Diary] Series Ephesians 6:12 (KJV) For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
