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Sometimes the Hardest Words
Sometimes the hardest wordsTo get someone to hear are“You are not listening.”
That’s When We Were Done
I sat at that tableAnd looked you in the eyeAs I proved to you beyond disputingThat the man had been lying to you.
If Humility Rules
He will likely have to exhaustAll his self-congratulationsAbout what he thinks he knowsBefore he’ll be in a spot to consider—To really consider, I should say—The import of the questionsThat have been put to him. If pride and presumption rule,He will … Continue reading
Is There Any Evil So Great?
Is there any evil so great That all the people Will stand up to oppose it?
That’s When You Know
When you can robustly love another humanFor the long haul—Even when you know they don’t Love you back—That’s when you know What real love is.
A We and an Us
Some simply want a we and an usFar more than they want the truth. They want a place to belongAnd a label by which To call themselvesMuch more than they wantTo understand either themselvesOr the big picture of this world.
The Authentic People
You can spot the authentic people.They’re the ones who are always tryingTo become more authentic.
The Right Jesus
I don’t even think They’ve paid enough attentionTo notice really that there’sMore than one Jesus being put forwardBy the churches—Each one assuming it has got The Right JesusOf courseYet doing precious littleTo check themselvesAgainst the entire recordAnd having no ideaJust … Continue reading
Hope in the Morning
There is hope in the morningEven before the sunriseWaiting underneath the dewLike the What Is It? from HeavenTo be gatheredAs much as one would likeUntil it has melted with The heat of the day.