This is a mixture of devotion and I guess poetry, I don't know what to call it. These are my thoughts after reflecting on Isaiah 11:12 and after hearing a prosperity gospel.
My inner man has been crying out for Your Word
But I take his yearning and unjustly give him small rations
It doesn't satisfy my inner man
Only making him hungry for more.
No longer will I feed him, but this pulpit preacher will.
Attending three days to a "revival" about faith
However the only thing ringing throughout the sanctuary is money
Prosperity, wealth, and success; I thought these messages were long dead.
There's nothing wrong with the three, but why have they been given more glory than Jesus?
I asked God to teach me something while I sat there
The only thing on my mind now, was my inner man
I've been feeding him small rations, while prosperity was on display, eating the finances from people's wallets.
Anger rises up.
How dare prosperity be preached with a hint of Jesus on the side. Who here is the God?
But how dare I sit and judge when I have played god by handing out the amount of food needed for my inner man to survive.
He almost died.
That last night revival did happen...inside of me.
Dictation shall no longer come from me, but My Heavenly Father who sits between the cherubim of glory!
Copyright © 2014 by Ralph J Monroe III
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