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Again


Again

 

Galatians 3:3

“Having begun with the Spirit

are you now made perfect by the flesh?”

 

A fresh start ... full of hope

things will be different this time.

I’ll do this ... and I’ll do that

and here we go again.

 

Starting off ... deep in the hole

I’ll just start digging deeper.

As long as I stay busy

I’ll be gone again.

 

I’ll dig my way to Heaven.

I’ll discipline myself.

I’ll keep my eyes on progress

so I won’t fail again.

 

Here and there I’ll rest a bit.

I’ll lean some on my shovel.

Am I the only one digging?

Can’t see ... it is so dark again.

 

A voice keeps softly saying:

“Let me get some wood

together we’ll built a ladder

to get to the light again”.

 

How can I trust a voice in darkness

since I know where I should go?

I think I’ll dig some deeper

but here is that voice again.

 

I am wore out and tired.

I just can’t go on no more.

I vaguely remember my new start

and here I failed again.

 

The voice is bringing lots of wood

I’m so tired I can’t help.

A ladder is formed in front of me

and here is that voice again.

 

The Word takes me by the hand

and lifts me to His breast.

He is climbing up the stairs

and I feel safe again.

 

I’m thinking about a new start

but He softly interrupts me.

“Let Me start a work in you”

and you won’t sit down again.

 

I’ll carry you all the way.

I will do all the labor

through you and your obedience

and it won’t be dark again.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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