In hiding

Lamentations 3:38 

38 Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that everything comes—
both calamity and blessing?

 

Hiding

 

How much am I hiding from myself and others?

How much from the ones I love and whose respect I like?

If I can’t accept myself … why then even bother

to pray to be changed … to become what I like?

 

The Power of the Highest overshadowed the Holy Spirit

when Jesus “grew” in Mary’s womb what did He know as such?

When Jesus was so “little” … what understanding did He have?

Was He still empowered then... to rule the entire universe?

 

I know He was fully human ... although tempted by sin.

He never failed to show His Deity and stayed completely pure within.

Always Godly never defeated ... I know just for peace to bring.

He was losing in the winning … just to show where Life begins.

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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