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Redemption or ...


Redemption or survival

 

Jude 10 

10 But these men do not understand the things they slander,

and they are being destroyed by the very things that,

like irrational animals, they instinctively comprehend.

 

Search for recognition in the river of survival

Plunging straight ahead with few goals in mind

In a boat called “satisfaction”, defeating every rival

Always getting wet by the tears of folks I grind

 

My destiny is happiness – my hunger for the top

Working my way upstream never giving up

Satisfied with loneliness as the boat never stops

And through every means my selfish is my grub

 

The boat is almost empty – my family went overboard

All my values left downstream with no one left to help

How did I get here anyhow? How did I get so bored?

Why do I hear all the screams of folks just like myself?

 

My conscience I sold long ago – the price of it I wasted

The only feeling left is to feel sorry for myself

I want you to know that the life I pasted

Was not bereft till I blamed others for my spell

 

Others made me do it – they made me what I am

It was my environment that brought me down to this

Now I cannot move it I’m really in a jam

So I will just pretend the worthiness of it

 

Ephesians 5:11-13 New English Translation (NET Bible)

11 Do not participate in the unfruitful deeds of darkness, but rather expose them.

 12 For the things they do in secret are shameful even to mention. 

13 But all things being exposed by the light are made evident.

 

What if in a few days this issue is not important

It is so easy to forget just like forgetting names

Who cares anyhow of thought and their impotence

If you catch them in a net and dump them on a train

 

Let them go wherever they will. Just don’t go with them

They’ll have their existence somewhere in the unknown

Experience the thrill that befalls just a very few men

As do grudges for an instance and bitterness to the bones


A beautiful new nature like a fresh new garden

New plants sprouting up with flowers galore

Planted by the Master after a complete pardon

Prepared and taken care off. What am I waiting for?

 

Jan Wienen

 

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