Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

A Poem by RuseInex

ISA57.15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabits eternity, 

whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also

that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, 

and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.


Someone lives. An intelligent Being Is Alive in a high place,

Lives in eternity, 

there is such a place,

when i read these words i hear a voice, 

a sure, real, audible, strong, unassuming, absolute voice

i feel Love speaking, Someone who cares


His words are real

He calls Himself Holy
Just like that.


I've heard this voice before, 

it assures, 

the voice is personality, 

He assures me, makes me to feel that he is a caring Person

 

There is a high place, a place called eternity, 

He lives there, 

Eternity is now, he is now, he is there, 

He promises 

His promises are real


I hear, i feel his voice is present to whoever reads, 

or hears His words

Whoever understands or believes will hear His voice

to lowly me, you, anyone human, anyone. 


He calls from Eternity.

I feel, i sense, i know, i believe him, 

I know. I want.

I see with spirit eyes.

I want to hear more.


He wants to strengthen, revive, encourage people 

who have been beaten, hurt, offended, 

humiliated and suffered all such things

He wants to uplift the spirits and hearts of such people

that's me, anyone human, whosover will

i know it's everybody, 

because being human qualifies for such intervention


Since He inhabits Eternity, 

He will grant it to anyone who hears, believes and understands, 

Eternity is real, a real place. 

His words above are taken from Isaiah, a prophet,

His words taken from previous chapters 

speak about a payment in suffering, 

blood and death of a sacrifice made for us

a present, a gift, in form of a life 

The sufferer was sent to despicable places where wicked ones 

had been sent. 

The sufferer was sent there for you and me, 

That we might live in Eternity


So when i hear Merry as in Christmas

i know it's a real reason for the season

for unto us a Child is born

his name is prince of peace, mighty counselor

Everlasting Father

the words make my spirit humble

i feel revived as His Spirit works in mine

© 2016 RuseInex


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and a merry Christmas to you,enjoyed the write

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