"It Is Finished", Commentary, Cross, Gospel, Life, Poetry, poetry; commentary, Religion; spirituality, Religious, Uncategorized

“He Is”

 

He is the way, the journey and the destination.
He is the truth, the understanding, the revelation.
He is the life, the experience, what is real.
He is the bread, the wine, the entire meal.
He is the answer, the anointing, He is the call.
He is the first, the last, He is all.
Wynema I Clark  9/26/2016
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"It Is Finished", Gospel, Life, Love, Ministry, Poetry, poetry; commentary, Religion; spirituality, Religious

I’ve Come From:

From Adam to Christ  

From death to life

From old to new

From darkness to light

From works to rest

From law to grace

From judgment to righteousness

From exhausted to seated

From me to Him

From busy to content

From do to done

From anxiety to peace

From religion to relationship

From “what’s next” to “what’s finished”

From “have to” to “want to”

From temporal to eternal 

From glory to glory to glory 

Wynema Clark 5/26/15

"It Is Finished", Commentary, Ministry, Poetry

It Is Finished

On this day darkness met light
Sin met righteousness
Life met death
A reconciliation of all things and all people into One
Not a sin forgotten
not a nationality left out
For God so loved the whole world
For God’s plan included the whole world
And into His Son would be placed all sin
In Him would be the final seperation
In Him would be all law exacted
In Him would justice meet love
In Him would the blood make its final payment
Darkness fell and the earth shook
The wages of sin were deposited into the bank of eternity
Making way for the gift of God to be withdrawn
Unto all and upon all them that believe
Days later Light broke through
Righteousness came forth
and eternal Life conquered death
What was without was placed within
What is now within is being seen
Out of death came Life eternal
and it’s exceedingly, abundantly above anything we could ask or think.
Heaven on earth, Heaven in earth
It is finished!

Wynema Clark 4/3/2015

Cross, Poetry, Religious

Like The Ocean to The Bay

Not feeling all that poetic
But having much to say
From a passion rising briskly
Like the ocean to the bay

Is the love of Christ my Savior
As my eyes are opened wide
To His mercy and His kindness
And the life He does provide

So complete is His provision
So entire is His being
That it feels the nooks and crannies
And awakens me to seeing

Even with my body weakened
And on earth I live today
His life is like the ocean
And my life is like the bay

It will never be depleted
It will never cease to be
It’s a life that lives forever
It’s His life that lives in me.

So I rest in this knowing
I am righteous, I am pure
I am ever in His pleasure
And poetically secure.

Poetry

“Let It Be” by Benjamin Clark

What does it mean to experience?
Is experience a glimmering light, fluttering off in the rear view?
Or is experience a sparkle of dust, ever waiting to be discovered?

What does it mean to be?
Is being simply a matter of taking place?
A matter of nothing more than living and evolving on a particle of rock, hanging in the sky?

Oh no, being is a much greater phenomena than this.

Being is an experience.
And no, not an experience as a matter of the past. To accept this as being is to let your fate escape you.
Second by second, inch by inch, until it fades to nothingness as if it had never happened.

And no, not an experience as a matter of what is to come.
The future is but a dream. It is but a mere freckle of opportunity, changing with every passing glance.
With every blink, what is to come, is no longer what is to come

But rather to experience that of the present. Being is an embrace. It is to become what is here
and what is now. It is to look every moment in the eyes and to live it without thought of
what has happened and what is yet to come.

To be is to accept life as it is and not fret about problems that come to and fro amidst an ever
changing world. To be is to experience. To live ever so fervently within the moment.
So I ask of you one thing, let it be.

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Cross, Poetry

“It is Finished At The Cross”

I sigh from relief
Now my mind can rest
The work is complete
Give me a spiritual blood test.
Cause I’ve been re-gene-arated
That old man Is dead.
That old way of doing things
That depended on me
Was cut out, extracted, and hung on a tree.
And what came alive the day I believed
Was a life so perfect so connected with God
That people either applaud or call it a fraud.
But I know the truth, I’m confident and sure
That the life I’ve been given it’s like haute couture
It’s like a direct line from Heaven
Like peace undefined,
Like organic and holy like a branch and a vine.
So don’t worry, or doubt but rest in this fact
That the mysteries been solved,
the code has been cracked
Your not whack, So stand up put your shoulders back
You’re the righteousness of God, so walk like a boss
Cause it’s all about Jesus and what he finished at the cross!

Wynema Clark
June 18, 2014

Poetry

Put The Device Down

What do you expect to find
Staring at that screen all the time?
Does it make you better when your ill, or numb the pain to what you feel,
Sing you songs when you’re afraid
Or give you plans better laid?
As you look upon that screen
Is it there your hopes will lean?
I hope you’re shooting deeper still,
Than what the screen shows as real.
Cause nothing takes the place of
Human touch and face to face.
So put the device you’re holding away
Look me in the eye and hear me say:

I NEED TO SEE THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES WHEN I SPEAK,
WHEN I SAY “I LOVE YOU” I WANT TO KNOW YOU HEAR ME IN MORE THAN JUST A TWEAT.