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Mark 10:7-8 New English Translation (NET Bible)

7 For this reason, a man will leave his father and mother, 8 and the two will become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one flesh.

 

 

Me

 

Who am I ... why just me?

Start as one … now I'm three.

Is it true … why the call?

Is just me … part of all?

 

Accident or pre-planned?

By design neatly canned.

Not in the future nor in the past.

For how long will it last?

 

I and wife became one.

After a while, there came a son.

Did life call … after all?

It's so strange for us all.

 

Mysteries in God not to know.

All our answers so and so.

Little truth … mostly guess.

All the same as the rest.

 

Jan Wienen

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