Once

Jeremiah 1:5 

“Before I formed you in your mother’s womb I chose you.
Before you were born I set you apart.
I appointed you to be a prophet to the nations.”

 

Once I was created ... really out of nothing.

Once I was nothingness ... without any substance?

Was I first a thought in the Heart of the Creator?

Or! Was I a “don’t” know and then just there in an instant?

 

Well, whatever I was ... is not important.

What I am today here ... is the issue now.

Am I alive or am I dead or am I hibernated?

What I don’t see and I don’t know ... confuses me somehow.

 

How can I be unrelated from this molded life?

How to move from the temporal into Eternal love?

I am flesh and I am bone ... that is the way I am living.

I was born that way ... a gift from above.

 

Formed in the flesh ... I know that I am.

To be born of the Spirit comes later.

For some it does not come at all

they stay hard as an alligator.

 

Jan Wienen

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