Sit back and ...

1 Chronicles 21:22-24 

22 Then David said to Ornan, “Grant me the place of this threshing floor, that I may build an altar on it to the Lord. You shall grant it to me at the full price, that the plague may be withdrawn from the people.”

23 But Ornan said to David, “Take it to yourself, and let my lord the king do what is good in his eyes. Look, I also give you the oxen for burnt offerings, the threshing implements for wood, and the wheat for the grain offering; I give it all.”

24 Then King David said to Ornan, “No, but I will surely buy it for the full price, for I will not take what is yours for the Lord, nor offer burnt offerings with that which costs me nothing.”

 

Sit back and ...

 

Maybe now is the time to sit back and think

Maybe a few moments to organize my frame

It seems that at times of waking all seems to be mixed

and that reality and fiction play a sinister game

 

Hard to understand this state of confusion

Bringing in subjects that may never come to be

Like the flesh sows uncertainty with private intention

And tries to lay a foundation for great uncertainty

 

It is like an attack on faith or its survival

Taking impossibility and possible to mix these in a bowl

Like we have a destiny in hand or need its approval

Instead of taking “a day at a time” as our goal

 

It must be surely possible to get confused this way

Turning life upside down to understand the future

Maybe all in all a subconscious price to pay

For the flesh to justify its reason for being worth the nurture

 

Jan Wienen

 

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