“But by My Spirit”

 

 

 

“But by my Spirit,”

Says the Lord,

Not by might or by power

Of man’s wisdom or word.

 

These four words

That we so today ignore

Say to us most profoundly

Judgment is at our door.

 

On our doorstep

Though without our sight,

Our preference to be blind

Leaves us without light.

 

The Spirit that moved

Upon the waters of the deep

Is the self-same Spirit

By whom God speaks.

 

Today, as always,

And always will be,

Yes, my brother, my sister,

One of the Trinity.

 

It is Father and Son

And the Holy Spirit

And in all our babblings

We must never forget it.

 

As early as verse 2

Of Genesis chapter 1,

The Holy Spirit is introduced

At creation’s dawn.

 

And God said…

Right there are the three:

God, the Spirit and the Word:

The blessed Trinity.

 

One with the other

Always in agreement

In whatever they project

One hundred percent.

 

 

Nothing mythical

As some clerics suggest

Full of their own wisdom

Which is worst at best.

 

Their intellect as always

Leading them astray

From the Word of God

That points the way.

 

A confusion all theirs

Re mystical and mythical

Leading them to the morass

Of the irrational.

 

Like the playful kitten

Having fun with a ball of thread

Ending up unsuspectingly

Being it’s captive instead.

 

Captive of our thoughts,

Imprisoned in our minds

When we dare to leave

God’s Word behind.

 

The Spirit illumines

Having first inspired

But man, in his natural state,

Is not suitably wired…

 

 

To discern the Spirit

Unless enabled thereby

And hence, the Spirit he needs

Is the Spirit he denies.

 

So, it rationally follows

In the entangled mind of man

That God used a myth

To introduce His plan.

 

A theistic evolutionist

He would refer to himself

As he scholastically struts

With devilish stealth.

  

Not by might or power,

Or man’s wisdom or word

“But by my Spirit,”

Says the Lord.

 

Stewart Russell © March 6, 2022