Herein the nudity of stalk reality
beneath leaves of grace and mercy
pretentious veil cannot abide
thus, truth… cannot be denied
Whereby no trial has been for naught
every experience has taught
for with each voyage on raging sea
I came closer to a treasure of appease…
More of Him and less of me.
Found on this plateau
where candid reflection is done
the gift of…melted snow…
renders honor to the Son
As thoughts come…and I go on
there’s a reminiscing of my life
and I see footprints on many lawns
etched within both ease and strife.
Oh, that …deceptive fervor…
which rendered me blind
arriving with lying endeavor…
convincing me…I was just fine
And so…I proceeded to play a game
which made enticements glow
until one day…to a place I came…
totally lost…no peace…in tow.
But so many chains today are broken
destroyed by Precious Calvary
I find that daily gazing this token
improves my sight steadily
With a …reach…that causes wonder
liken engraft branch growing steadily
in places where darkness did plunder…
now, Jesus…He lives in me.
My aim has morphed to unshackled range
I am embracing…this change
finding that the Love of the King
is greater…than the world’s sting
Albeit, verily…my greatest quest
from which I will never rest
is that which I strive to receive, yea…
by heaven’s strength…will achieve…
More of Him…and less of me.
John 3:30, Gal 2:20
©jmsbell – 4/22/2024
Ron