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Featured Poem
Father God's Peculiar Treasures
Chosen by God
as peculiar treasures, in Him, we
delight.
Distributing gifts to all,
He pours into our vessels to ignite.
Given for the profit of all, His body,
He desires to glorify.
Given to aid
in ministry, we press to receive His
best.
As flames of fire burning with
passion, we press to bless.
With
the fields of harvest before us, His
gifts, we attest.
The Word of
knowledge at the well, He reaped a
harvest.
As prophecies reveal the
state of hearts, faith challenges.
With gifts of healing and miracles,
crowds gather to hear.
With
discerning spirits, demonic strongholds
disappear.
Knitted and framed
together as lively stones, He builds.
As each stone discovers its gift, He
places strategically.
Freely given to
expression, we press on, building
accordingly.
As each stone freely
explores, His glory overshadows.
Bathed in glory, multitudes repent,
changing dramatically.
A greater
harvest to reap, fully developed, we
make ready.
As one body, fully
equipped in all gifts, we rise in
formation.
Throughout the earth, we
go to every tribe and nation.
Fully
armed with spiritual weapons, Satan
stands aghast.
As Jesus puts the
sickle to the harvest, the earth is
harvested.
In whom
the whole building, being fitted
together, grows into a holy temple in
the Lord, in whom you also are being
built together for a dwelling place in
the Spirit.
Ephesians
2:21-22
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