The life we live speaks volumes ...

The life we live speaks volumes …

 

Acts 2:28 

28 You have made known to me the ways of life;
You will make me full of joy in Your presence.’

 

A living epistle is not a book stacked on a shelf

It is already open to be read by them passing by

It is not a wish list of sorts to present desires of self

But hope for the coping whose lives just wonder “why”

 

It does not need many pages just one at a time

That the Lord chooses Himself for the need at hand

All throughout the ages He constantly refined

His servants He knows to present His Love for man

 

Some books are in a wheelchair, some are confined to bed

Some are in the pulpit but almost none reside in fame

Christ’s scars to bear and share with great joy in being sad

Available to all we meet as into the living by His Name

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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