
A morning poetic offering as it came this morning. May God be able to speak into the hard places of our hearts that our wills be conformed to His.
Amen.
Dear Professing Christian,
Fellow Human Being claiming to be a Christian,
doing your deeds before God alone
speaking only words of edification and love,
to the living, dying and yet to live…
could this be you?
Who never says a word apart from the love of Christ
who never speaks a word against his neighbor,
nor slanders the name of those whom God in His sovereign will
has placed in leadership…
could this be you?
Who believes they are part of a Holy Nation,
a Kingdom of Priests of Love, born to serve-
pure, chosen, righteous
who never looks with harsh eyes towards another
though they are different in skin color, culture, or belief-
who never shows favoritism towards those regarded well
by worldly standards
who is always fair, accepting injustice even when undeserved
Could this be you?
Who is consistently kind, regarding others as the possibility of God
wrapped in flesh, before your eyes
the one holding out a hand, asking for a cup of water
asking for help, a beggar, with needs unseen,
yet you- calling yourself His-
look down, see nothing, accept blindness, false safety
and darkness -walk by your
fellow believers bleeding ,
whisper among yourselves of truth meant to be lived
through daily sacrifice, the painful offering
of will – the only acceptable offering to the one who gave His
to secure the freedom you cherish or slander…
your freedom for His sacrifice.
Could this be you?
❤️
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