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John 9 

Now as Jesus was passing by, He saw a man who had been blind from birth. 

His disciples asked Him, “Rabbi, who committed the sin that caused him to be born blind, this man or his parents?” 3 Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but he was born blind so that the acts of God may be revealed through what happens to him

 

Lack of

 

A day to remember – I already forgot yesterday

The storehouse containing memories should ever be expending

The future bleak and empty as it lies waiting in the distance

Always just beyond our grasp and of what is awaiting

 

Life is beautiful as written available to all

Who knows who will accept this or the ones passing it by?

Does it really take exposure to the ones born blind?

The ones who lost touch long ago in whose hearts indifference lies

 

God is faithful this we know as we peek into nature

He provides for the birds and fish and the always laboring ants

He does not hold back rain and the sunshine for all

As he pours hidden blessings on all nations and all man

 

No one can survive intact in just forms of existing

No one can hold his own hand and find his way in darkness

Even common sense can see the confusion of one’s own mind

Maybe the sense of that is also a gift from Righteousness

 

Maybe Grace as we define it is mostly misunderstood

The natural and the saving are both a gift of God

The believer and unbeliever are partakers of bad and good

That Grace showers on mankind on the accepted and the not

 

If one accepts natural grace can the saving be far hidden?

Is the good that comes from the natural an idol to the world?

Is it that darkness turns and twists the gifts of God?

To its  advantage here as it intermixes truth and lies in a swirl?

 

Has it not been written long ago that it's mankind that’s off course?

All creation lives up gradually to the expectation of its Maker

It started beyond the Garden that many showed no remorse

As they chose their lives to live to the desires of their own making

 

Is it not much worse than before just there’re more of us

Some live under tyranny’s hand and some feel fancy free

So this gives us a great excuse as we claim environment formed us

And we are not responsible for what we turned out to be

 

We claim we know about most of all and if not we’ll soon discover

We appoint self to equal to God as tolerance does not interfere

As judgment is slow in coming here we’ll fulfill own desires and hover

Over the elevated forms of selfishness as a special blessing here

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
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