Recently, came a question about…teaching
and inwardly, so imperfect me, smiled
recognizing that…with every sun-rise…
I necessitate correction, re-shaping and file.
Thinking of the numerous ways
to minister and sincerely…reach…
I conceded that, like so many others…
I’m not called to the…limelight…to beseech.
But rather to quietly follow His…in-fillings
penning simple …allegories
which touch and foster eternal hope…
all to…His… glory.
Daily broken by the will of heaven
writing of …The Light… that rids dim
I am of the crowd desiring not …detection…
only wanting to please and honor…Him.
Thus, when down to this… so needy vessel
those alphas trickle from above
there is no yen for an earthen crown
but the saturation of …God’s love.
For, I know each inspired word…
has purpose…and it doesn't begin with me
for I, who certainly come so very short…
ever requires… guidance and reprieve.
Thus…His tender words are…
with intents…which sometimes evade
but in time, will rise t0 the surface
resulting in …all of us…being saved.
Though I may never witness the changes
His…mandated inclinations bring
indeed…on that great never-ending morning…
the results of …His Work…will ring.
With a beckoning to ...walk on solid ground
and no pant at all for a personal halo
there’s just a hope…His Inspirations…be read
rendering a service…found…In His Shadow.
PS 36:7, IS 64:6 & 8, 1CORN 3:6-9 & 9:25, 2CORN 10:17-18
©jmsbell-1/27/2024
Regis. 🙏🐦🌸🦋🌳
Ron