When will people observe,
the inner, poetic elegance…
of Christ Jesus in my life?
Does everyday nonsense of
my human routine, disguise
Him, while promoting strife?
Striving for self-control,
under an atmosphere of peace,
my spirit is subtly stirred
to honor my Lord; woven into
my life is His fabric of Truth,
that’s sustained by The Word.
Though I’m utterly imperfect,
my brokenness allows His Spirit
to quietly glide around me-
and touch the lives of those,
who seek to arise above the…
constraints of their humanity.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
When will people observe,
the inner, poetic elegance…
of Christ Jesus in my life?
Does everyday nonsense of
my human routine, disguise
Him, while promoting strife?
Striving for self-control,
under an atmosphere of peace,
my spirit is subtly stirred
to honor my Lord; woven into
my life is His fabric of Truth,
that’s sustained by The Word.
Though I’m utterly imperfect,
my brokenness allows His Spirit
to quietly glide around me-
and touch the lives of those,
who seek to arise above the…
constraints of their humanity.
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