The only Way 2

Job 3:16 

16 Or why was I not buried
like a stillborn infant,
like infants who have never seen the light?

 

 

One life to live or is it now?

One death to die, oh really?

One life to give we think somehow.

And to escape death we can freely?

 

Why are we called to live in the flesh? Why are we called to suffer?

Is it because freedom lurks for those enslaved to flesh?

Was there another way somehow so things could have been different?

If there had been another way would not Christ have failed the test?

 

For somewhere in the past before time began

God devised a way in self to start His own family.

Not just created beings that He formed somehow

but a true part of Himself like notes in a rhapsody.

 

When a child is born it becomes part of a family.

But when you start from scratch as the Master did,

is not reasonable to assess that a heavenly family

cannot be formed differently outside what Jesus did?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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