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There she sits, ready to pounceOn the least little suggestionThat God actually expects the ChristianTo do anything.

We could be friendsIf I were certain you Would not hurt me— Or if I were brave enoughTo risk it, not being sure.

He beholds the horseAnd marvels at the being that it is—Its noble bearing—Its undeniable presence.

It is nothing for youTo enter by the exitOr to drive the wrong wayOr to park across two spaces.

He does wellWho learns to careAbout the pastAnd the future— Who broadens the scopeOf his awarenessBeyond his own Immediate concerns—

This is just your first body.And if things go well,You’ll be given a second.

How difficult for the creature To want to submit himselfTo the will of his Creator— And harder still—Having decided to want it—To manage to live that way!

Wouldn’t it be ironicIf we were waiting on God to actAnd he were waiting on us?

The tool that does everythingWill not fit into one’s pocket. It’s the lighterWith the fold-out fire extinguisher.

She leads with logicIn this case she is making—As if believing(And expecting quite naturally to be agreed with by all)That valid logic is authoritative,And ought rightfullyTo rule the day.