1 Corinthians 13:12 

12 For now, we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.




I guess I am awake now ... what a scary thought.

I have to face myself ... so I better get prepared.

It will be a shock to see that I have not changed at all

and I have to carry this bag of bones all day to be shared.


A change for the better ... is that what I expected?

An improved human being ... dissected from my desires.

What a sickening thought ... that my “better” gets more selfish

and still then I marvel ... why religion sets hell on fire.


I hate war my youth screams out ... but there is always one within me.

Innocence gets killed in every war ... and my youth hammers it in.

It killed my innocence long ago... when I had no resistance

and made me the casualty ... that I ‘m hiding deep within.


Yet the day is smiling ... waiting for earth’s turn.

I know it is still dark here ... but I’m plastered into the future

until my Savior calls ... and comes here to get me

to show me all my nonsense as He lifts me out of my “creature”.


Jan Wienen


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