Wannabe
Acts 14:16-17
16 In past generations He allowed all the nations to go their own ways,
17 yet He did not leave Himself without a witness by doing good,
giving you rain from heaven and fruitful seasons,
satisfying you with food and your hearts with joy.”
Wannabe
Rain comes and cleanses … washes the dust of the leaves
Refresh the call of nature with a single tear
Who cleanses the heart if it never grieves?
Who purifies it if no one is to be found here?
What is it about me as I search in the early morning?
Hoping to find purpose in the way things appear
What is fancy free when all seem in a state of mourning?
And life appears as alabaster: so brittle, cracked and weak
What is a state of bondage when locked up within oneself?
What is the taste of freedom if one is filled with obligation?
Is this not our heritage or a definite choice deep within self?
Forming us into our wannabe as we swirl towards completion
Jan Wienen