Treasure Island

Joseph James Breunig 3rd

(Bangor, Maine (USA))

Poem: Spiritual Values


Genuine spiritual values
bring us both light and joy,
when we belong to Christ -
as His faithful girls and boys.

This is possible when we lean
on the foundation of Scriptures.
For true Life can be found within
the Kingdom’s wisdom and virtues.

Exercising faith will be our key
for staying on our holy path.
Remember that the wages of sin,
can not escape Jehovah’s wrath.

We need to accept the gift of Grace
and be submerged under righteousness.
At times, we will face difficulties
of traversing a spiritual wilderness.

Recall that our Lord has promised
to never leave or forsake us -
Especially when to His Principles…
we willingly and obediently acquiesce.



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Rom 6: 23,12: 12; 1 Tim 4: 8; Jam 1: 2-8;
Eph 1: 19-26,2: 6-7; 1 Pet 4: 13; Isa 55: 12

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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