Welcome to our Thanksgiving play place! We are taking on a challenge as a community to write poetry together. Each day I will provide a picture and a line of poetry. Your job is to leave a line of your own in the comment section. I will provide a new prompt and picture and a poem created by all of us the following day! Will you take time for a little wordplay? Today’s prompt is a little longer than usual…Have fun!
5 But also for this very reason, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue, to virtue knowledge, 6 to knowledge self-control, to self-control perseverance, to perseverance godliness, 7 to godliness brotherly kindness, and to brotherly kindness love. 8 For if these things are yours and abound, you will be neither barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. 9 For he who lacks these things is shortsighted, even to blindness, and has forgotten that he was cleansed from his old sins.
10 Therefore, brethren, be even more diligent to make your call and election sure, for if you do these things you will never stumble; 11 for so an entrance will be supplied to you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
II Peter 1:5-11
Sure Thing Election: Poetry Prompt
faith +
virtue +
knowledge +
self-control +
perseverance +
godliness +
brotherly kindness +
love =
full of new life
fruitful
abundant
overflowing
wise
God-knowing
chosen
well-loved by God…
Now for our latest creation…
I Am God’s House
by the Journey Towards Epiphany Community
I am stone, durable
I am steel, soaring
I am wood, warm,
I am God’s house,
Built by His hands.
I am a God container
Full of self
or full of Him.
“If thou couldst empty all thyself of self,
Like to a shell dishabited,”
Then I would be a container
full of Him
and you would see Him
best through cracks,
and flaws,
because He is light
and His light would show through,
and when we are weak we are strong.
I am God’s house
holy Spirit temple;
an earth suit of flesh
that fails too often
yet desires holiness.
Temple made with love mortar,
redeemed bricks,
cracked pots.
Yet I am holy as He is holy
and I am loved.
Father, help me keep this container clean,
this place where your glory dwells.
Let this earthen vessel
overflow with Your oil and wine
spilling out,
splashing empty containers
closest to me.
Remind me always
that I carry You with me
Everywhere I go.
I am Your house,
make me a habitable dwelling.
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