The called ...

Jer 23:3  And I will gather the remnant of my flock out of all countries whither I have driven them, and will bring them again to their folds; and they shall be fruitful and increase.

 

Church

 

The face of Christ so beautiful ... so pure and so divine

as it radiates Love and Purity ... and gentleness refined.

 

It glows in simple Holiness ... still questions in His Eyes.

Tenderness surrounds my sphere and now I question: “Why?”

 

Is the face of the “reborn” church ... different from His Face

and is “churching” insensitive ... to the needs of the human race?

 

Is its focus and perception ... towards the happenings on this globe

so that solutions become the rulers ... of the “chosen” and their hopes?

 

In such trying to solve the problems ... which are growing all around

absorbing all the chosen’s energy ... so that fruit is hardly found?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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