THE Jesus Bug

SO!  I'm sick.  Really sick.  My throat is burning and I sound like a dying cow when I try to talk.  I had a fever last night and I'm just plain grumpy.  I'm a horrible sicky, okay.  PLUS, I've been training since summer for the marathon which is TOMORROW, at 5am no less.  HELP ME!  I will be honest, I cried this morning because I was so frusterated AND I threw some clothes around the room.  Arrrr... (ya, most of you who know me probably can't picture me doing this...toldya I get grumpy sometimes, i.e. when I'm sick....did I mention I'm sick??????)  But now I have to laugh, because Jesus cracks me up.  When I was reading my Bible, he totally convicted me of my attitude and reminded me that even a sickness can be redeemed by Him!  Then, this poem came out.  It's sort of corny and what-not, but I thought the parallell was interesting.  What if we ALL spread the infection of Jesus' blood (i.e His grace and forgiveness) to everyone??? Our world would be taken over with a pandemic of love!  I think we have to allow Jesus to take over all the other things within our body  that aren't of Him so we become purely the DNA of Holiness.  AND, it's nothing WE do, it's what His blood does inside of us!  Now THAT'S an infection I wouldn't mind having!  :)  :)  :)

THE Jesus Bug

This burn in my throat

Is like the fire in my soul

The pain on my heart is wrote

And in my body takes a toll

Like a fever, I have visions

Of what isn’t real

But what I hope from these missions

Sometimes I can’t help spewing what I feel

The truth kept in grows too heavy

And demands release

To out-flood like a broken levy

Only this water brings life to the deceased

Not death to the living

The more I’m silent the more my symptoms increase

Until I must start giving

I’m infected with this Jesus bug

That burns hot through me

To get out of my room where I’m safe and snug

And venture to the cold world where the hurting be

The symptoms demand I spread love everywhere

And cough forth words of life

It’s an infection I must share

For it overtakes all other pain and strife

And brings every cell within

To shake alive fully

As it kills the virus of sin

Replacing it all with blood so Holy.

© Krindee Joy, Dec. 2010