Luke 7:47

 

47 Therefore I tell you, her sins, which were many, are forgiven,thus she loved much; but the one who is forgiven little loves little.” Writing

 

Writing your name in destiny ... will it be ever read?

Will anyone ever pass the place where you are laid to rest?

 

Preserve a good name as you should ... sometimes it’s all you’ve left

All things but love will pass away ... it’s there to withstand the test.

 

Sometimes I’ll say: ”I don’t care ... what others say about me”

but that really can’t be true ... for I can’t live without “we”.

 

Together we make a pack of wolves or maybe a flock of sheep.

Is it character or a destined call ... that separates life’s heap?

 

Lions gather in a den ... some men in a den of thieves.

A snake travels all alone ... now I wonder or it grieves?

 

I guess all things write their name ... in a book called: “To be”

except the ones like you and me ... who let greed fill our entity.

 

Success will conquer then ... all forms of compassion.

and the name “Indifference” becomes our latest fashion.

 

Look at the original ... it looks pretty bad.

I’ll finish it anyway ... although I’m very sad.

 

When greed overeats ... and is throwing up

as a dog returns to its vomit ... it’s there again to sup.

 

So is man of great success ... without any compassion

writes his name in vomit ... backwards in puke’s fashion.

 

It sticks to his fingers ... its sour smell fills the air

as death and degradation ... chokes all life down there.

 

Where is my name written ... where for all to see

is it all in a little black book ... or in Eternity?

 

Is it written by my hand ... or by the Son in God?

Who is washing the puke of my life ... in spite of me, Oh Lord!

 

Jan Wienen