

John 3:34,35:
For he whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him.
The Father loveth the Son, and hath given all things into his hand.
John the Baptist is talking here about his cousin, Jesus the Christ. What does it mean that God doesn’t give the spirit “by measure” to Jesus?
Ever notice, when your heart
Isn’t feeling well, you start
To let your thoughts, begin to grumble—
That’s the time, we should be humble.
Thinking how that, I can do,
Everything, to get me through,
“Don’t need help,” I start to mumble,
That’s the time, I should be humble.
Taking on, my every care,
Don’t acknowledge, God is there.
All I carry, my hands fumble,
That’s the time, I should be humble.
Trying to figure everything,
As my brain begins to zing,
All my thoughts are one big jumble,
That’s the time, I should be humble.
Paths before me, much to choose,
Without God, I’ll sadly loose,
Do it my way, then I stumble,
That’s the time, I should be humble.
Building up, facades of pride,
Fear still lingers, at my side,
All my structures, soon will crumble,
That’s the time, I should be humble.
Boldly speaking, without love,
Thinking I’m, God’s gift, above
Others, shouting my words rumble,
That’s the time, I should be humble.
Ever notice, we forget,
God’s work, isn’t finished yet,
Let His grace and mercy tumble,
Overflowing, when we’re humble.
I was reading about Philip the evangelist, a man who brought the good news of Jesus Christ to others.