Hi brothers and sisters,
Just got approved to the board and am looking forward to being here and talking with many of you. I'd prefer that things about me get revealed when the situation arises. I'd like to submit a poem that I wrote when I was in prison. I gave my life to Christ on Nov. 11, 2007 and I became a new man in Christ. So many things have happened because of my choice, but I'm not going to stand on a soapbox and beat my chest. I still struggle after almost 9 years. The following submission tells a little about what I was going through for a considerable amount of time. I deal with other transgressions besides the ones you'll read about, but just know that only out bodies are descended from Adam. The Holy Spirit was given to us by God when we gave his son permission to come into our house.
Peace to all of you.
Lately due to a downslide, I’ve been getting in my own way.
Not knowing what direction to take or even what to say.
Stuck waist-deep in quicksand, mind and will in muck and mire.
Thank You, Abba, for saving me from drowning in my desire.
I desired a place of honor; You warned, “You’ll become a slave.
Desire to sit by the head of the table is certainly not being saved.”
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, I know. I know, I know.
I was blinded, I truly couldn’t see.
Pride! My God, I’m sorry, please take it. I hate it..
Erase every trace of me.
I desire to rise above others. You warned, “Be ready to get shot down.
If you point your finger you doom yourself.” I hung my head with a frown.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, I know. I know, I know.
The tax man and the Pharisee.
Judging! My God, I’m sorry, please take it; I hate it.
Erase every trace of me.
I desired my own recognition; You asked, “Son, what’s the matter with you?
I gave you your gifts. Do you edify Me? There’s sadness in what you do.”
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, I know, I know, I know.
You’ve seen my iniquity.
Boasting! My God, I’m sorry, please take it; I hate it
Erase every trace of me.
Indescribable grace washes over this heart;
It’s cleansed away more than those sins.
Father, I thank You for lifting me up from the mess that I was in.
No longer near the man that You knew;
still far from the man I should be.
I need to shrink. Do what You do. I’m letting go.
Erase every trace of me
Just got approved to the board and am looking forward to being here and talking with many of you. I'd prefer that things about me get revealed when the situation arises. I'd like to submit a poem that I wrote when I was in prison. I gave my life to Christ on Nov. 11, 2007 and I became a new man in Christ. So many things have happened because of my choice, but I'm not going to stand on a soapbox and beat my chest. I still struggle after almost 9 years. The following submission tells a little about what I was going through for a considerable amount of time. I deal with other transgressions besides the ones you'll read about, but just know that only out bodies are descended from Adam. The Holy Spirit was given to us by God when we gave his son permission to come into our house.
Peace to all of you.
Every Trace of Me
by David Owen
Lately due to a downslide, I’ve been getting in my own way.
Not knowing what direction to take or even what to say.
Stuck waist-deep in quicksand, mind and will in muck and mire.
Thank You, Abba, for saving me from drowning in my desire.
I desired a place of honor; You warned, “You’ll become a slave.
Desire to sit by the head of the table is certainly not being saved.”
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, I know. I know, I know.
I was blinded, I truly couldn’t see.
Pride! My God, I’m sorry, please take it. I hate it..
Erase every trace of me.
I desire to rise above others. You warned, “Be ready to get shot down.
If you point your finger you doom yourself.” I hung my head with a frown.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, I know. I know, I know.
The tax man and the Pharisee.
Judging! My God, I’m sorry, please take it; I hate it.
Erase every trace of me.
I desired my own recognition; You asked, “Son, what’s the matter with you?
I gave you your gifts. Do you edify Me? There’s sadness in what you do.”
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, I know, I know, I know.
You’ve seen my iniquity.
Boasting! My God, I’m sorry, please take it; I hate it
Erase every trace of me.
Indescribable grace washes over this heart;
It’s cleansed away more than those sins.
Father, I thank You for lifting me up from the mess that I was in.
No longer near the man that You knew;
still far from the man I should be.
I need to shrink. Do what You do. I’m letting go.
Erase every trace of me
