The Gate

Oh, fruit of root which draws all scripture,
testifying of a divine trunk within the vine.
Feed my soul with medicine of heart
pierced through to release waters alive.
Dividing right the spoken word of truth
with single focus from a point of love.
New covenant life where God’s meaning
is derived that absolutely, positively, will
cause all to thrive when rightly testified.

Always the same yesterday, today, and…
forevermore not to blame
as flesh and blood regenerates
by tree of life of fruit the same.
Resurrection by the door,
while persevering breakthroughs happen,
everything on earth as it is in heaven.
Darkness of death from fruit of lies,
a devil’s brew was in disguise. Hypnotic!

A serpent hides within veiled leaves
telling minds they can be appeased.
Holiness, just a fable of mankind’s open gate,
as you’re not able to obtain or achieve completion?
This is why eternity remains hiddenly blind
in eyes, when Christ’s firm foundation does not
seem to satisfactorily satisfy in an unstable fog.
Line upon line progressions, your delirious as
you can’t be serious. Yet, I am completed by God.

R.A. Feller