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Only Christ


1 Peter 1:13 

A Call to Holy Living

13 So prepare your minds for action and exercise self-control. Put all your hope in the gracious salvation that will come to you when Jesus Christ is revealed to the world

 

 

Only Christ

 

One thing for sure ... when my head is in the sand

my behind is showing ... for everyone to see.

It is not a pretty sight and smells up to Heaven

a skunk killed on the road ... is better off than me.

 

With head stuck in the sand what weeds will be sprouting

will it be cacti or sticker burrs ... maybe a bush of thorns?

We know it won’t be flowers ... although what’s fed is rotten

for how can beauty come ... from what has been forlorn?

 

A tree is known by it fruits ... and I am still sprouting.

Even to produce a peanut ... would be better than I’ll be.

Maybe a grain of rice ... that for many is life-giving,

but just a bush of thorns ... to be burned with the weeds?

 

Nothing that’s in me is any good ... unless to me, it’s given.

Nothing in me is worth having ... unless it’s planted from outside.

Nothing in me will survive ... the final destruction.

but all of me will overcome ... with Christ as my way out.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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