The Tangled Jungle
Cas Reeves 2004
The tangled jungle of my mind
Is filled with tingling thoughts,
Some of God, some of man,
Of love, of peace, of war.
The Devil’s there, and off he goes,
A dancing to his tune.
And God I see off distantly
Like the milky blue/white moon.
I hope, I worship, my heart aglow,
Uncertain, yet so sure.
No love of man can be so strong
As the lust to live for which we long.
God stands; he doesn’t always call.
Sin is our choice is we choose to fall.
God is, but so the serpent crawls.
We choose, our hand isn’t forced
I worship God, my all-sufficiency,
But it is a choice
I can only choose
I'm a 44 Christian married mother of two young adults who I had the honour of homeschooling for 12 years. My husband Rodney and I live in Brisbane Australia. I am creating this space to share, as God leads, some of my writing and experiences living with schizoaffective disorder and other comorbidities.
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