Hidden 2

Hidden 2

 

Luke 12:2 

For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known.

 

What do I see and understand and in whose comprehension?

What I know, is that complete or is it just one dimension?

 

Who is truth? May I ask?... How deep am I involved?

If truth is as I know Him ... is every question than resolved?

 

“I am The Truth”, said Jesus Christ ... “Outside of Me there is no other”.

How much of Christ is in me or should I even bother?

 

So in this world there is no Truth unless by Christ is given

and who than knows the difference unless Christ in one is living?

 

Is it not strange that I really think that facts and fiction

are miles apart from where I stand but still seem my definition.

 

Like a grapevine on a fence line ... my reality clings to illusions

until Jesus comes and separates ... to renew my infusion.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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