Molded
John 1:47 New English Translation (NET Bible)
47 Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him and exclaimed, “Look, a true Israelite in whom there is no deceit!”
Molded
Is the value set by them who bathe in luxury?
Is it all a matter of price set by the well to do?
A painting, a car, a diamond or land priced in forgery.
What would the value be if no one paid the dues?
What is the material that it attracts our being?
What is that power that intrigues us to deeper?
Why are there no boundaries on our wants’ infrequencies?
Why does it harm us constantly from birth until reaper?
In rebirth, all these longings values surely are changing
or really they should as a new nature takes hold.
But so many lives of the reborn are materially saying
That not much has changed as the flesh decides its mold.
Jan Wienen
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