I see a man walking down the street headed towards me
All sorts of issues in his life and knows nothing about God
A broken man - you can tell these things - probably a dealer
He is but he's not
My son works on a pumpkin and I offer my help
He turns me down and stiffens his upper lip
A rebellious boy - overly sensitive - wants things his own way
He is but he's not
The wife I love is frazzled and tired
I hate it when she cuts me off while I'm talking
A fearful woman long burdened with obligation
She is but she's not
I ride a bucking bronco of emotion
Shifting from rested to raging in three seconds flat
A tormented soul pushes away those he wants near
I am but I'm not
Our mortal shell bleeds rupture and weakness
Some far away creature that dwells close by
We follow the beast, cleaning up it's trail of damage
It is us but it's not
Paul says we do not accord anyone to the flesh
Because one died for all and was raised again
Then all live and those who live, live new
Making something from nothing, Out of death bringing life
I see a man walking down the street headed towards me
He's made peace with his issues and he's good with the LORD
A whole man - you can tell these things - probably a healer
He's not but he is
My son works on a pumpkin and I offer my help
His refusal demonstrates his determination
A creative child - with passion - making art out of orange
He's not but he is
The wife I love is frazzled and tired
She cares deeply for others, love without fail
A set-free woman delighting in grace
She's not but she is
I ride a bucking bronco of emotion
The jolts ripple through me but I am not thrown
A contented soul who gently draws near
I'm not but I am
Wow, wow, this is really good stuff, Fred!!
ReplyDeleteFred why are you always so inspiring? *snap snap snap*
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