Against Such There Is No Law
Love is not against the law
Although in judicial circles
It is not encouraged
Although in judicial circles
It is not encouraged
But where the Spirit of the Lord falls
Love is between us like oil on bearings
Love is between us like oil on bearings
Joy is not forbidden
But wherever it breaks out
It is fragile
Like a bubble
In a pine forest
But wherever it breaks out
It is fragile
Like a bubble
In a pine forest
But where the Spirit of the Lord rests
Joy beats like a dancing drum in the middle of us
Calling us to dance
Joy beats like a dancing drum in the middle of us
Calling us to dance
Peace is never prohibited
But like a dove above a shooting range
Its flight is fraught with danger
But like a dove above a shooting range
Its flight is fraught with danger
But where the Spirit of the Lord lives
The boundaries we keep are soft
And we are learning how
To forgive
The boundaries we keep are soft
And we are learning how
To forgive
Patience is permitted in most places
But only if you use it quickly
But only if you use it quickly
But where the Spirit of the Lord lingers
Patience is like the summer sun
Drawing out the sugars in the ripening fruit
Sweetening the harvest
Patience is like the summer sun
Drawing out the sugars in the ripening fruit
Sweetening the harvest
Kindness is condoned even in the most unlikely places
But it will win you few contracts
And is not conducive to
Promotion
But it will win you few contracts
And is not conducive to
Promotion
But where the Spirit of the Lord comes close
Kindness kind of follows after
Kindness kind of follows after
Goodness will not result in a jail sentence
But neither will it pay its way
In the global village superstore
But neither will it pay its way
In the global village superstore
But when the Spirit of the Lord smiles
Goodness becomes the common currency
Goodness becomes the common currency
Gentleness is no crime
And in many places it is a clinical necessity
But it is easily overlooked
In the shadow of another conquest
But where the Spirit of the Lord draws near
Then hands all rough from hard works
Become softened to hold
And to heal
Then hands all rough from hard works
Become softened to hold
And to heal
Faithfulness is never a traitor
Yet we live like weathervanes
Spun by the seasons
To face the prevailing winds
Yet we live like weathervanes
Spun by the seasons
To face the prevailing winds
But when the Spirit of the Lord moves
Promises no longer require the threat
Of legal recourse
Promises no longer require the threat
Of legal recourse
Self control is thundered from the pulpit
But just in case the message falls on deaf ears
We deploy the secret pew police
Rule books at the ready
Swinging their
Truncheons of truth
To crunch the knuckles
Of the apostate
But just in case the message falls on deaf ears
We deploy the secret pew police
Rule books at the ready
Swinging their
Truncheons of truth
To crunch the knuckles
Of the apostate
But when the Spirit of the Lord comes amongst us
There is a perfect law called…
There is a perfect law called…
Freedom
With kind permission from Chris over at A Fragile Tent for a wonderful and timely poem and the image of the fruits of the spirit
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