II CORINTHIANS CHAPTER 1 - 6

1 Paul, apostle of Jesus Christ
And by the will of God sufficed,
And Timothy our brother, to
The group of called out ones of YHWH,
Which is at Corinth, with all saints
Who are in Achaia’s constraints.
2 Grace be to you and peace from God
Our Father, and from the Lord’s nod
In Jesus Christ. 3 Blessed be God who
Is the Father of our Lord too,
Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies,
And God of all comfort sans surcease,
4 Who comforts us in all our trials
So that we may be there with smiles
To comfort those in any mess
Of trouble, by the blessedness
Of comfort we ourselves confess
In comfort from our God’s address.
5 Just as Christ’s sufferings do abound
In us, so consolation’s found
Also by Christ. 6 And if we are
Afflicted, it’s so we may star
In your consoling and salvation,
Which is effected in the station
Of enduring the same afflictions
That we too suffer for convictions,
Or if we’re comforted it’s for
Your consolation and to pour
Salvation on you at the door.
7 Our hope for you is steadfast, knowing,
That since you share in sufferings’ showing,
You’ll also share in comfort’s glowing.

I share the many hopes of Paul to be
Steadfast knowing You through eternity.
I take my consolation without grief
In the greatness of Your salvation brief.
Afllicted I may be, or in my state,
Protected safely and secure with mate,
And yet through all enduring the same fate,
Whether in pain or pleasure at the gate.
Beloved, the painful letter of St. Paul
Begins to touch my heart, I taste the gall,
And yet know that compassion and relief
Continues to be poured out on the leaf
And branch and root of my life where I stand
Before Your throne upon the silver sand.

8 For we would not, brothers, let you
Be ignorant of our hot stew
Of trouble that came to us in
Asia, so we were pressed in bin,
More than we could bear so that we
Gave up hope of life in the spree.
9 We’d in ourselves sentence of death,
So we did not trust our own breath,
But rather in God who can raise
One from the dead even to praise.
10 Who saved us from so great a death,
And still saves, and in whom we trust
That He will raise us from the dust.
11 You too working in prayer for us
So that thanks may be given for us
By many for the gift on us.
12 For our rejoicing is this one
Thing, the witness of our own sun
Of conscience, whose simplicity
And whose godly sincerity,
Not with wisdom born of the flesh,
But by the grace of God enmesh,
We’ve behaved in the world as due,
And more abundantly to you.
13 For we don’t write you other things
Than what you read or know that sings,
And I trust you will admit to
The end that what we say is true.
14 As also you’ve acknowledged us
In part, so we make you joyous,
Just as you also are to us
In the day of the Lord Jesus.

Paul does not seem to be in favour great
With those in Asia, for his witness' state.
He crouches like a Pharisee to wait
On resurrection, and no other fate
Is in his mind: and he forgets the law,
Security blanket of those in awe.
The faith of Jesus grew from Paul's mistake
That Pharisean doctrine is the lake
Of wisdom. Yet he was right after all
In seeking life beyond the eager pall
Of death, in resurrection instead of
The soul immortal of Hellenic shove.
Beloved, though I am not a Pharisee,
But only reader, look in grace on me.

15 And in this confidence I meant
To come to you before as sent
So you might a second time spent
Benefit from what I have lent.
16 Then into Macedonia
I meant to pass from you on paw,
And come again out of the land
Of Macedonia to stand
With you, and from you to be brought
On my way towards Judaea sought.
18 But as God’s true, our word toward you
Was not a yes or no in view.
19 For God’s son or servant as sent,
Jesus Christ, preached within your tent
By us, by me and Silvanus
As well as by Timotheus,
Was not yes and no, but in him
Was a big yes not to be dim.
20 For all the promises of God
In him are positive on sod,
And in him amen may it be,
To God we give all the glory.

The lord Christ himself preaches in the mouth
Of Paul, Silvanus, and man from the south
Of Greece, good Timothy, for our increase.
That does not mean that Paul is Christ himself,
Or that Silvanus, sitting on his shelf,
Is Jesus or that Timothy like elf
Is word of God incarnate, but it means
The message was the same as like two beans.
The working of the spirit in release
Can give each man a sign as by a fleece
That what You say is true for swans and geese.
Let the lord Jesus speak in me today,
If only for the mingled words I pray,
If only in the closet where I stay.

21 Now the One who establishes
Us with you in Christ, God it is
Who has anointed us truly.
22 Who’s also sealed us and has given
The guarantee of spirit to live in
Our hearts. 23 Moreover I call God
To witness on my soul, my rod
To spare you I refrained from coming
Till now to you in Corinth’s humming.
24 Not because we have power on you
For your faith, but because we’re true
Helpers of your joy, by faith you
Stand up and appear in full view.

You sealed and gave the guarantee
Of the Spirit to live freely
In my heart, but by what does that
Holy Spirit come where He sat?
I run the corridors of days
And find each morning in Your praise
The ways of life and truth and hope,
But find no spirit there to cope
Until the rest of Sabbath dawn
To seal my days with what is drawn
Of spirit to grasp truth above
What darkened soul with untouched glove
Requires to live in doubt alone.
I come sealed here before Your throne.


1 But I promised myself that I
Would not come again on the fly
To you to make you sad. 2 For if
I make you sad, what hippogriff
Is there to make me glad but that
One I made sorry by my prat?
3 And I wrote this to you so I
When I arrive should not thereby
Have sadness from the ones whereby
I ought to rejoice, trusting you
All that what makes me glad makes you
All glad as well, and the whole crew.
4 For with much anguish and with tears
Of heart I wrote to you my fears,
Not to make you sad but to show
My love to you great to bestow.
5 But if anyone has caused grief,
He’s not grieved me to his relief
But in part only, that I may
Not overload you on the way.
6 This punishment’s enough for such
That was set on by all your touch.
7 So rather you should forgive him,
And comfort so that sadness dim
Does not come to swallow up him.
8 That’s why I beg you to confirm
Your love towards him, not make him squirm.

I've said before human relations are
A waste of time upon this fleeting star.
No need to spend the moment to repair
The wounds imaginary on the stair.
Forget the great offence, forget the blow,
Go on to find what joy the wells bestow,
For in a moment darkness shall descend,
And there shall be but silence for the mend.
Beloved, I turn to You from all I find
To battle with, to comfort on the bind,
And set my hopes and fears aside to be
Within the glory of Your company.
The soul is just a spark before the throne,
A fleeting one upon the altar grown.

9 Another reason made me write,
So I might test you under light
To see if you’re obedient
In all the things that have been sent.
10 Anyone you forgive, I too
Forgive, for if I leave as due
Anything to whom I forgave,
It’s for your sakes who came to save
In the person of Christ, God’s slave.
11 Otherwise Satan might come take
Advantage over us at state,
For we are not ignorant of
His device hidden under glove.

If Muggleton is right the surly guest
Is just the workings of the human breast.
There is no Satan with his burning crest,
His pitchfork and the cloven toe to rest.
Paul seems to disagree, but what of that?
Both men are dead, while Satan where they sat
Lives on the ridicule the human view
That there is no one in Satanic crew.
Beloved, my faith is not in flesh and crease
Of wonder in some Satan with his piece
Of violence upon the golden shore.
My faith is in You only and Your store.
And so I meet the devil if by chance
Before Your very throne and where I dance.

12 When I came to Troas to preach
Christ’s gospel and I came to reach
An open door and of the Lord,
13 I had no rest in spirit since
I did not find my brother quince,
Titus, but when I said good-bye,
I entered Macedonian sky.
14 Now thanks to God who always makes
Us triumph in Christ and who makes
Appear the savour of his wit
By us in every place we sit.
15 For we are unto God a sweet
Smell of the Christ and in the treat
Of those who are saved, and in those
That perish in their sinful woes.
16 To one we’re a scent of death to
Death, and to the other a hue
Of life to life. And who in crew
Suffices for these things in view?

I too am scent of death to death to those
Who stray into consulting of my rose
On any topic of faith that they chose.
If I inspire not doubt in every mind
I come to discuss heaven with and the kind,
I do inspire such opposition that
The man destroys his own soul and his mat.
Beloved, let me choose words with care so I
Am not responsible here on the fly
For all the degradation that I see
Resulting from my dancing and my spree.
The soul that hears my word, the rare and sweet,
Who plucks at it and digests it as treat,
I pray may ever live beside Your feet.

17 For we are not like those who twist
The word of God, but we have kissed
Sincerity and come from God
In whose sight we preach Christ to prod.

Beloved, each man who loves the Trinity
Is here to say I twist the words I see.
But I think I have kissed instead the tree
Of life and taken Your serenity
In faith that what You say's for me to do,
From unity of God through Sabbath's view,
Down to the latest nail that coveting
My neighbour's gifts prevents the heart to sting.
If I twist Your words when I say You meant
What You said on fair Sinai when You sent
The Decalogue on men, then let me burn
In hell for all the evil that I earn.
But if not, my Beloved, then set me free
To praise in wonder Your eternity.


1 Do we start to commend ourselves?
Or do we need, as other elves,
Letters of recommendation
To you or from you for our fun?
2 You are yourselves our witness borne
In recommendation, not scorn,
In our hearts, known and read of all.
3 An open letter of Christ sent
By us, written not with ink spent,
But with the spirit of God living,
Not in tables of stone as giving,
But in the fleshly tables of
The heart. 4 And such is trust in love
We have through Christ to God above.

I thank You, my Beloved, that if the pact
That Jeremiah saw was without act,
The covenant grown old through disrepair
And failure to obey among the fair,
Could not avail, there is one come to set
The tabled law on hearts of flesh well met.
The law upon the heart can then shine out
In actions of obedience without doubt,
And so contrive fulfilment that no shout
Of striving for the stones alone would let.
Beloved, let me too be letter of Christ
With ten commandments on my heart enspiced,
And then my trust in love is justified
Above the days of failure of the tried.

5 Not that we to ourselves suffice
To think of ourselves something nice,
But we have all we need in God,
6 Who also put us on the sod
Transmitting the new covenant,
Not of the letter and forspent,
But of the spirit where it went,
Because the letter kills in strife,
But the spirit of God gives life.

When Jeremiah saw the spirit fall
Upon the hearts of flesh instead of wall
Of stone, he must have joyed to have stood tall.
The covenant was torn by wicked vent,
The disobeying spirit as it went.
The new pact was a better way to go,
One written with no ink nor sign of show,
But with the divine spirit on the flow.
Beloved, how many still today remain
Within the covenant of ancient pain
I do not know. But I have trampled free
To find the wind is bracing on the lee.
The sharpened flint that bruised the heart and head
Is gone, the fleshly tables spirit fed.

7 But if the service of death writ
And graved in stones was glory fit,
So that Israel’s folk could not stand
To look straight that the face at hand
Of Moses for the glory of
His features, which went down with shove,
8 How can it be the service of
The spirit should not rather be
Glorious? 9 For even the fee
That was made glorious to see
Had no glory in this respect,
Another glory’s in prospect.
11 For if what has been done away
Was glorious at least a day,
Much more what abides is to be
Glorious and for all to see.

I’m not sure that the Sabbath where I rest
Has glory greater than the day oppressed
When one who gathered sticks was called a pest.
The same sun glories in the Sabbath morn.
The same noon hovers brightly and unshorn
Above the new-born sprouting of the corn.
The same Psalms sound in Hebrew melody,
At least upon my Sabbaths here set free.
Beloved, the glory that has gone before
And sunk into the wrath and path and shore
Of passing tides that shall return no more
Show still the manna must be plucked anew
Each day until the Sabbath day’s in view.
I spin upon Your glories for a cue.

12 So then if we have such a hope,
We use great plainness of speech scope.
13 And not as Moses veiling face,
So Israel’s folk could not in place
Look at because of what was left
Abolished. 14 But their minds bereft
Of sight were till this day the same
Until the veil lost all its claim
In reading of old covenant
Unveiled in Christ with a veil scant.
15 But even to this day as when
Moses is read the veil is then
Upon their heart. 16 And yet it turns
To the Lord, veil for what it earns
To be removed and thrown away,
To follow in a brighter day.

Though covenant was always old and new,
And men tried to dispense with spirit due
As long as men have been, and others true
Have felt the spirit’s pen on heart and mind,
The first of centuries for Jewish kind
Was one of an accommodating blind.
The Pharisees dispensed with promised hope
By scholarly in their Rabbinic scope,
And Sadducees also deflected fear
Of emperor by limiting their gear.
And so in bowing to the king they made
A veil of loss between them and the grade
Divine. Beloved, let me take no veils now
Upon my heart nor yet upon my brow.

17 Now the Lord is that spirit and
Where the Lord’s spirit is to stand
There is liberty in the land.
18 But we all now with open face
Look as in a mirror to trace
The glory of the Lord in grace
Are changed into the image wrought
From glory to glory and taught
By the spirit of the Lord sought.

Whether I look upon the polished stone
From Sinai set beneath Your sovereign throne,
Or in the face of Your Messiah grown,
I find just one image of grace to share,
The divine image of creation fair,
Of covenant and of salvation there.
The freedom from offence is without fence
To privatize the fields and golden tents.
Beloved, I wander on the meadow grass
And leave the half-score of pits in the pass,
The stone walls crumbling from another day,
Another power, another breath and way,
And find the image of Your face the same
No matter where I turn in whirling flame.


1 So seeing this service is ours,
As we’ve received mercy’s new powers,
We do not faint beneath the towers,
2 But have renounced the hidden things
Of dishonesty and walkings
In craftiness, and the handlings
Of God’s word with deceitful wings.
3 But if our gospel’s hidden, it
Is gone from those lost and unfit,
4 In whom the god of this world’s come
To blind the minds of them in sum
Who do not believe, lest the light
Of the glorious gospel in sight
Of Christ who is God’s image here,
Should shine to them and so appear.
5 For we don’t preach ourselves, but Christ
Jesus the Lord, ourselves sufficed
To be your servants for the sake
Of Jesus. 6 For God who did make
The light shine out of darkness’ wake
Has shined in our hearts to give light
Of knowledge of God’s glory right
In the face of Jesus Christ’s might.
7 But we have this treasure in pots
Of earth so that the power in lots
Of excellence may be of God
And not of us upon the sod.

If image, then Christ is not God Himself:
The image is one sitting on the shelf
While the horse prances in the meadow and
Chomps oats in stall beneath the jockey's hand.
If image, then You rise above the stone,
The marble and the flesh in blood and bone.
If image, then You too are something real
Subject, if so be, to the hand to feel.
Beloved, I live among the mirrors here,
Among the flames and shadows some men fear,
But while the wights run wide in full career,
I stop to see behind the image dear
The object of my love, worship, and hope
While many find their pleasure where they grope.

8 We’re troubled now on every side,
Yet not distressed; perplexed abide,
But not in despair for the ride.
9 Though persecuted not forsaken,
Cast down but not destroyed when taken,
10 Always carrying in the flesh
The dying of Lord Jesus fresh,
So that Jesus’ life also might
Be in our flesh revealed to sight.
11 For we who live are always given
Up to death for Jesus’ sake striven,
So that Jesus’ life also might
In our mortal flesh come to light.

The death of Jesus, what a tragedy
That evil worked its worst on Calvary's tree!
And yet each time the wicked score is made,
Your grace and power bring victory from the grade.
The evil one would kill the purist man,
And by that action brought life in Your plan
To all who will appropriate such grace.
Beloved, I thank you that all harm in trace
Is overshadowed by the power that You
Bring to the world of shadows and my view.
As I see awful snares of untold grief,
I lay my hopes wide open to belief
In victory of the good in every feoff.
Upon the dark of night comes morning dew.

12 So then death works in us, but life
In you to raise you without strife.
13 We have the same spirit of faith
As it is written without wraith,
I have believed and that is why
I have spoken, we also vie
To believe and therefore we speak.
14 We know the One that He’s not weak
Who raised up the Lord Jesus, so
He’ll also raise us up to go
By Jesus, and present with you.
15 For all things for your sakes appear
So that abundant grace might veer
Through the thanksgiving of a lot
Abundant to God’s glory's view.
16 That’s why we do not faint, but though
Our outward body perish so,
The inward renews daily glow.
17 For our small trouble that endures
For only a moment assures
For us a far greater eternal
Weight of glory in the external.
18 We do not trust in the things seen
But in what things truly convene,
For visible things fail in time,
But invisible things sublime
Are eternally on the scene.

The weight of glory be my burden here
To outweigh every thing I hope and fear!
The glory of the morning on the lake,
The brightness of the coltsfoot I mistake
For dandilion till I come to take
My spectacles in hand for glory's sake,
The silent light that patches stone and wood,
All speak to me as heavenly glories should.
Beloved, touch my brief moments with the trace
Of Your eternity above my place,
And as I live and move beneath Your care
And step by step ascend the golden stair,
I shall meet things invisible by sight
Of faith after the wandering of the night.


1 We know that if our earthly dwelling
Of this tent were lost in the swelling,
We have a building made by God,
A house not made with hands or pod,
Eternal in the heavenly telling.
2 We groan for this, ardently wish
To be clothed with our house and dish
That has come from the heaven excelling.
3 If we are so clothed then we’ll not
Be found naked upon the plot.
4 We in this tent groan burdened down,
Not that we are unclothed with frown,
But that we might be clad and rife
Mortality swallowed in life.
5 So He who made us for this thing
Is God, who also gives us wing
Guaranteed to make spirit sing.

This earthly body is a temple too,
The dwelling of Your spirit and the pew.
But as the earthly tabernacle's view
Was from the heavenly sanctuary's lieu,
So earthly dust one day shall be transformed
Into the heavenly body newly formed.
The mortal body shall be then exchanged
For the celestial and immortal ranged.
Beloved, though some look for the future told
In spirit immaterial and cold,
I know that all that's real is like the gold
Of heavenly street, and so I have not sold
My faith for emptiness among the bold.
You are a God not just to have but hold.

6 That’s why we’re always confident,
Knowing that while we’re in the tent
Of flesh we are also absent
From the Lord. 7 For we walk by faith
And not by sight of any wraith.
8 We’re certain to be pleased to be
Absent from the body and free
With the Lord. 9 Then we work hard so,
Whether present or absent, know
We're accepted by Him. 10 For we
Must all appear before the seat
Of judgement of Christ and to meet
Each one the things done in the flesh,
Whatever he has done in mesh
Whether a good or bad thing fresh.

I sat at the feet of professors who
Taught me theology of what to do,
And when I said that Christ is judge in view,
Both they and all their students laughed me down
And turned me out an outcast on the town.
That's why I ride around with outcast Paul,
Who has faith in the judgement seat and wall
Of Christ who stands behind the altar now
Before the cherubim who come to bow
Above the ark that houses Your great law
Destroying law of jungle and of claw.
Beloved, I come into Most Holy Place
By faith and find Christ standing in the trace,
Working Atonement and judgement with mace.

11 Knowing thus terror of the Lord
We persuade men with word like sword,
But we appear to God, and I
Trust too as your consciences try
On us you also can rely.
12 For we do not commend ourselves
Again to you like other elves,
But give you opportunity
To glory for our part and see
You may have what to give account
To those who seem a glory fount
But are not in heart. 13 If we are
Out of our minds, it’s God’s guitar,
But if we’re sober, it’s your star.
14 For Christ’s love forces us to see
That if one died for all, then we
Are all dead, 15 and he died for all,
So the living should not install
From then on to live for themselves,
But to him who died on the shelves
For them and rose again from stall.

Contagious magic of the death on cross,
Or on the torture stake to pleasure boss,
Suggests that all are dead for whom he died,
All who on earth and now still must reside.
The implication Paul takes from that room
Is that we should then live under that doom,
Not to ourselves but to the one who gave
His life and then again rose from the grave.
Beloved, the touch is much for me to crave
With my own ration of reason to see.
But if I must trust Paul's soliloquy,
I'll let You do Your own by Your decree.
But do not lead me in the minstrelsy
Of pagan faith. I stand beneath Your tree.

16 That’s why from now on we do not
Know anyone after the rot
Of the flesh, indeed, though we’ve known
Christ in the body, yet now shown
We do not know him more alone.

Let not Paul deny Christ from in the flesh
Or he shall meet the accusation fresh
Of John who may be the one on the breast
Who loved the master when his sweat smelled best.
The new in creaturely is good enough,
And with such no one lingers for the tough.
The transformation Paul desires is now
And not upon the future saving bough.
In that I too agree, and take Your touch
As did the ones that Jesus healed in clutch
When he was walking on the lower strand
Of Galilee and in Judaean band.
The body must be here or there's no soul
According to Your word and human goal.

17 That’s why if anyone’s in Christ,
He’s a new creature, old things spliced
Have passed away, and see, all things
Have appeared in their renewings.
18 And all things are of God the One
Who's reconciled us to His run
By Jesus Christ, and given us
The service of ceasefire from fuss.
19 That is, that God was in Christ to
Reconcile the world to the true,
Not laying to their own account
Their trespasses in their amount,
And so committed to us here
The message of a ceasefire near.
20 Now then we’re Christ’s ambassadors
As though God begged through us to yours,
And so we beg you in Christ’s stead,
Be reconciled to God and led.
21 He treated him like sin for us
Though he did not know sin and fuss,
So that we might be treated as
God’s righteousness in his pazaz.

The new comes on the old, the fashioned store
Is still made up of matter on the floor.
The spirit is no wondered where and why,
But is the power to do under the sky.
By spirit of Christ caught in real death
You reconcile the world from mortal breath
And justify commandments out to gain
The happiness that reconciles the pain.
I do not war against the good that makes
The evil shrink into its wonted stakes,
But as I turn about with all my shakes
I sorrow that the treatment Jesus found
Is still upon the dance and slaughter ground.
Treat me instead with his own righteous sound.


1 As fellow workers we beseech
Also you do not in vain reach
God’s grace. 2 For He says “I’ve heard you
At an accepted time in view
And in salvation’s day have I
Helped you, behold, now is the time
Accepted, seen now is the day
Of your salvation. 3 But do try
Not to offend in any rhyme,
So that the ministry, it may
Not be blamed. 4 But in every way
Approving ourselves as God’s slaves
In great patience, afflictions’ waves,
In need and in distresses’ caves,
5 In lashes, prison sentences,
In tumults, labours at a whiz,
In wakefulness and fasting sore,
6 By pureness, and knowledge in store,
By patience, kindness, holiness
Of spirit, and by love’s sincereness,
7 By word of truth, by power of God,
By armour of righteousness’ rod
On the right hand and on the left,
8 By honour, dishonour bereft,
By evil rumour and by good,
As deceivers, and true as should,
9 As unknown, and yet as well known,
As dying and see, living shown,
As chastened and not killed, 10 as sad
Yet always making glad,
As poor, yet making many rich,
As having nothing in a pitch,
Yet possessing all things in stitch.

I'd think the slaves of God should have more sweet
Upon the noble hall and golden street,
And not dishonour, lashing and retreat.
But that's Your business, when You take the man
To serve You, he must succumb to Your plan.
Chastened but not killed is for time alone,
A temporary stay before Your throne,
But in the end, Your servants can't atone,
But are cast in the grave with those who wait
The punishment for what they came to grate.
Beloved, I'm glad that You possess all things,
And that You have Your power above the stings
To turn the lead to gold, and all the slings
To shreds before the wicked in their rings.

11 O folk of Corinth, our mouth is
Open to you, our heart a whiz.
12 You’re not restricted in us, but
Restrained in your own mercies shut.
13 Now in return for the same thing,
I speak as to my children’s wing,
Be also generous to sing.
14 Don’t be in an illegal yoke
With unbelievers, for what stroke
Does righteousness have with the bad?
And what counsel light with the sad
In darkness? 15 What agreement is
Between Christ and Belial’s fiz?
What part does a believer know
Along with the infidel’s show?
16 And what agreement in there in
God’s temple with idols of sin?
For you’re the living God’s fair room,
As God has said “I shall illume
Them with My presence, I shall walk
Among them, and I’ll be their stalk
As God and they will be my flock.
17 “So come out from among them, be
Separate, says the Lord, and see,
Don’t touch the unclean thing, and I
Shall receive you and by and by,
18 “And I shall be a dad to you,
And you will be my children too,”
So says the Lord Almighty YHWH.

The fact that You are father of a man
Does not make him the one true God in span
As priest and Evangelical in plan
Speak lies before communal garbage can.
The fatherhood follows the one who takes
No unclean thing upon his lips nor makes
An idol and abomination's stakes.
Not all are Your sons, but who takes the cakes.
Beloved, make me a son or not as You
Find in Your heart to show to know and do,
And I shall lie beneath the chisel where
You sculpt the marble into chips to share
The flames of hell, but leave the body there
In beauty on the height of golden stair.

AUTHOR: THOMAS G. MCELWAIN

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