FISHERS OF MEN.

You are all the same to me

Thorns and whips and nails;

Something to suffer along the way

On the search for the Holy Grail;

Head winds and updrafts

And eddies and cascades

As I struggle to learn to sail

To float on the currents

Of the unseen darkness

Like a blind man

Reading by Braille;

Lost except for a compass within

A longing for return to good port;

Looking at the trip as a serious journey

Than rather a catch or a sport;

The water is the call of the spirit and the deep

The wind is the portent of change

My soul is a refuge from the lure of the senses

And a world that will always be strange.

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NOW POOR.

There is so little to which to cling

In a world which can only sing a dirge;

Each moment passing away,

Watching time pay for itself,

The soul is purged of tomorrow

And finds only an impoverished present

That belongs to eternity.

 

My past sins would singe

The surface of that vision

To fix it here;

And only the thought of love

Can ignite the fire of being alive within.

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KNOCK KNEES

Kids knock me out!

They do just what they please;

They do the things they have to do to be

With joy, simplicity and ease;

And I am humbled by their charm

And driven to my knees.

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PLEASED TO BIND

Why do I love the thought of you?

Why do you so much my poor heart please?

You humble who I might think that I am,

You bring me to my knees.

God is such an eternal lover;

You are the penultimate kind;

We are indelibly written together;

God did us together bind.

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The Living God needs us to accept our solitary journey and cross

In order to continue His life today,

The life and redemptive power of His Christ.

See Col 1:24-29

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians+1%3A24-29&version=NRSVCE

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