No excuses

Job 37:7 “He seals the hand of every man,

that all men may know His work”.

 

Well there go the excuses ... no more things like that

“Well I did not know” ... flies right out of the door.

This seems not too scary ... until the final day,

when all things are looked upon ... in judgment's core.

 

Prepare to meet your Maker for He knows your ev'ry part.

He knows all about you ... and how you did react

to all the circumstance ... that you have encountered

and how you did in the tests ... through life and its impact.

 

How were you formed my brother ... how were you carved by Life?

Were you polished to shine ... or are you brittle and broken?

What parts of you washed away ... and what is left behind?

Is it hard and solid rock ... where nothing grows but joking?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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