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Too late ...


James 3:16 

16 For where envy and self-seeking exist, 

confusion and every evil thing are there.

 

Too late

 

Where is the reason when the heart pounds?

Where is common-sense when a need is before you?

Where are you really when the hungry call?

When their hands reach out in despair for truth

 

Where were you? A question at the judgment

Did you not live carelessly overfed and jolly?

Were not your provisions more than enough?

You chose to be blind-sided … by golly

 

Were you blind in eye-sight? Were you deaf in ears?

Or was it your heart of stone that ignored the ones with fears?

 

Now you want to do but you are a little too late

You look at the faces now that you ignored so long

Yes, it is true … you‘re reaping what you sowed

Now visit all the places where you chose to belong

 

Jan Wienen

 

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