Matthew 7:24-25 

Hearing and Doing

24 “Everyone who hears these words of mine and does them is like a wise man who built his house on rock. 25 The rain fell, the flood came, and the winds beat against that house, but it did not collapse because it had been founded on rock.

 

Lost

 

Into a never, never land ... of self-satisfaction

that has no borders ... and its landscape constant changes

will absorb you in a moment ... as you adapt your surroundings

and you’ll be swallowed up ... in its mountain ranges.

 

Always on the verge ... of reaching your destination

and as your expectations grow ... it moves quickly away.

Always beyond your touch ... and just an observation

never to be satisfied ... neither night or day.

 

If choices to be made ... were always black and white

if just for an instant ... all things were well defined.

It then seems guaranteed ... that mostly wrong is chosen

and that lever is for sure ... deep within inter-twined.

 

To know where you are going ... how then would one get lost?

Depending on another ... for you are not sure of self.

Then in a missed destination ... you will easily anger

and the guilt that is within you ... will strike out at the well.

 

Back up the flow of loving ... I don’t have time for that.

Gear yourself for the stuff ... that is boiling out of me.

The flesh is in charge and rushing ... to a point that is well known

as depravity at best ... helps death to strangle me.

 

What is good and what is bad ... is that really the question?

Nothing is bad of itself ... is that well understood?

It ain’t bad and it ain’t good ... brought some men to the foreground.

Yep, your life in waves goes up and down ... but not for own good.

 

Stability on a moving ship ... hanging on to the mast

hoping that your arms will hold ... as your feet slide to and fro.

The maker of the ship ... and the captain on board

are not important as the One ... Who makes the water flow.

 

Rock of Ages, what a place ... there to stand on it secured

as the storms are soaring ... and time looses its call.

What about the souls ... of the ones in the water

they come crushing to the shore ... do they know the rocks at all?

 

Aren’t we to be the Light ... in the time of storms?

Aren’t we to show the Way ... as dangers grow and move?

Upon every one drowning ... are we there to be touched

in the deep assurance ... and that our Rock will prove?

 

Jan Wienen