When I entered high school, I became extremely argumentative. I really can't remember why my heart became so entrenched in arguments. Was it because I wanted to be right? Was it because I wanted to convince others they were wrong? Did I want others to understand me better? Did I think I had a moral standard that others needed for survival? I can't remember why I clung to debate. Now I hate arguments. I hate the tongue! It is a restless evil, and I hate it!
However, I love the play of words. I am a writer. As a poet, I love to frolic in the field of words, sometimes called philosophy. I don't always feel chained by truth. Sometimes I consider other beliefs. It is cathartic.
Sometimes the poet is a liar. He just vents because he is aimless, in need of connection. He explores ideas to encounter a mysterious God. He just spouts off words to arrive somewhere. Somewhere besides his current lonely condition.
Nevertheless, I am also a poet who is a prisoner for the Lord. I may travel to other places, but I can't venture beyond grace. It never lets me go. God has never forsaken me, despite my wanderings. We are all travelers looking for a solid foundation. I have arrived at mine. He is the man, Christ.
However, I love the play of words. I am a writer. As a poet, I love to frolic in the field of words, sometimes called philosophy. I don't always feel chained by truth. Sometimes I consider other beliefs. It is cathartic.
Sometimes the poet is a liar. He just vents because he is aimless, in need of connection. He explores ideas to encounter a mysterious God. He just spouts off words to arrive somewhere. Somewhere besides his current lonely condition.
Nevertheless, I am also a poet who is a prisoner for the Lord. I may travel to other places, but I can't venture beyond grace. It never lets me go. God has never forsaken me, despite my wanderings. We are all travelers looking for a solid foundation. I have arrived at mine. He is the man, Christ.
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