Maxim Muyu

(2nd July / 1981 nairobi)

the truth in Christ

the truth in Christ
He was but a SPIRIT revealed in me,
From the unseen He made me suffer,
I suffer all day everyday for that SPIRIT,
It was there entered into Jesus to ressurect,
The SPIRIT did not suffer but Jesus suffered,
The spirit was impassable,
The spirit still fightin on earth,
Once the CHRIST is in us the deceiver is in agony,
In solitary we find Him,
That SPIRIT made the real you,
When you sin, you support the spirit of deception,
Climb the ladder to see that in the life now there is a Spirit,
That SPIRIT was meant to save each Being and we can be the Son's
of God from that SPIRIT,
Once you get that Spirit everybody hate's to see you shining worldwide,
You climb the ladder to heaven they pull you back,
Even family would wan't to rob you that Infinite spirit,
I tell you keep that SPIRIT, dissappear to stay with it,

Just suffer to find that pure SPIRIT,
And now they envy you because of that Infinite truth revealed in all of you.
Flesh and lust kill's that Spirit,
So infinite and true more than human Being,
Jesus imitated that Spirit they killed Him
Only because it appeared in Him after the baptism,
This is the apostle's warning, keep integrated to possess the spirit of CHRIST.

Submitted: Friday, June 23, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 09, 2010
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