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Galatians 6:7-9 New English Translation (NET Bible)

7 Do not be deceived. God will not be made a fool. For a person will reap what he sows, 8 because the person who sows to his own flesh will reap corruption from the flesh, but the one who sows to the Spirit will reap eternal life from the Spirit. 9 So we must not grow weary in doing good, for in due time we will reap, if we do not give up.

 

Embracing the familiar in search of strangers

Paving the road with excuses cemented by lack of will

Calling all humanity a species deeply endangered

As truth is set aside our personal desire to fill

 

Driving down the highway ignoring the speed limit

In a search of self-destruction named the final price

Running oft out of fuel as our heart is in it

Counting this as a curse as we roll the dice

 

Waving at others passing hoping they will slow down

But their faces are copies of my wandering indifference

Why should they care for me, a silly stranded clown?

Who ran out of gas and now is just a hindrance

 

How many myself did not pass by in recent memory?

Deeply involved in my own life with no care for someone else

Now I pay the price reaping my own fatality

From the seeds I sowed in someone else’s well

 

Road signs now declare all the things I oft-ignored

Running deep in my being the sense of hopelessness

Recognizing now that deep within my core

I’m rotting and decaying for beyond my helplessness

 

Jan Wienen

 

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