Living in God's Rhyme Podcast, Episode 10, The Holy 3 in 1

Today’s focus is on how we present ourselves, our faith with discussion and poemsI started reading 1 Corinthians, Chapter 1 last night and was taken by Paul’s words starting in verse 10:  he writes about division in the church in Corinth.  Some follow Paul, others Apollos, still others Cephas.  Paul states that he follows Christ.  He continues to discuss why it is only Christ we must follow.  It is the baptism we receive through Jesus.What struck me is the verse 17:  “For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel.”  This is the part that struck a chord with me: “not with wisdom or eloquence, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power.” (NIV)I also do not speak with eloquence or power.  My hope is to speak of what God has done for me and for you in a way the is a reflection of the simple man that I am.  The gospel is not complicated, salvation is not complicated.  I write of what God has done for me any you.I wrote the following poem for God’s Rhyme.WEAKNESS "But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness,"  2 Corinthians, 12:9, NIV Paul, the evangelist, an imperfect man,blinded with insight by the perfect Son,who lost his strength and became weak,thus glorifying the Holy Three in One. I have tried to live with the lie,to never give in before I die.I have seen the meek always so weakand wondered why they would not cry. No, always a smiletraveling every milewith heads held highand never shy while I put too much stockin thinking I was a rockuntil others saw the badand what I never had. Then one day the sky was bluer,each and everything looked newer.It was as if my very eyeshad been shut to the world's lies. I was never strong,not even for very long.There was too much wrong,it was such a sad song. Like a newborn babyI cried for each new breath,never wanting to rest,realizing that maybe . . .  No, knowing that I am not perfect,looking, the mirror did reflect.There is no strength in my sin,the race alone I could never win. I am a sinner,my life a loss,but it has been reclaimed for meby the grace of God, a death on the cross. Through death and resurrectionI am a new creation.Accepting His forgiveness,to the world I can witness. Made in God's image, molded in clay . . . yes, in God's imagethroughout every age,it is to Him that we pray. We knew us before we were, He knows us today,He knows us tomorrow,and still He loves us. To follow His Sonwe must lose the ways,the ways of this world,the lies of the days. And when we accomplish that, the world will consider us weak.But know that God is with us,so who can be against us? It is then that the slings and arrows, the sticks and stones, the broken bones,the sorrows that no one will borrow,in this race we know His grace. When we let in Christ's power,we will no longer cower,because He is God's Sonand that is sufficient. "Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly aboutmy weakness, so that Christ's power may rest in me.  That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weakness,