stepping out (& in)..

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So I invite you to participate

within my world, surrounding, & inside

my virtual reality relate-

-ing not as just my friend whom I’d confide

in; but also Creator of the lot.

For that story about this world and you

admits the worst, bring's out the best we’ve got,

and makes most sense of process, life, and truth.

And now I want to de-program myself

from living as my godless nature wants -

and I see your great grace in giving health

& insight, choice in how my growing’s gone

so, you let me participate within

your own creative project, this whole world,

and this one self within it where you hurled

me, what an honour. What about my “sin”?

(My “falling short”, my less than ideal ways,

my immaturity, self-centred-ness,

my lack of want to integrate, display

some more of your commitment just to bless.)

I know it's here within me, lurking still,

and trying by its weedling to control.

The leader that you picked has showed how will

I ever step out, then take up what role

you have for me within your new cre-a-

-tion. And it's stroke of genius does the job

of pointing out a new and living way:

take up - my cross

, my king’s desires (don’t rob).

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moving…walking…ON

("still" in Orange)

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My God! There’s things in my life where I need 

some help to work out ways to do them well.

And not just one, but many, I concede.

But also there’s two tendencies from hell:

The one is to be lazy, in effect

to say it's up to you to make it work.

And often you have stepped in, and just swept

me up in your good purposes. You lurk

about the place, just trying to help out.

Supplying air to breathe, and often food,

some friendly face who smiles instead of doubts.

But sometimes my response has been quite rude:

instead of looking up, blessing your name,

instead of copying my father’s way

of seeing all the good that is to blame

for life continuing, then rightly say-

-ing something with my mouth to credit where

creative love has stepped in once again,

to be a kind of priest, who won’t just stare

zombie like, but look up, and disdain 

the kind of independence that won’t thank

someone for spreading goodness round the place.

My other tendency’s to “soldier on”,

not looking for my orders, “on my own”.

And you want neither. You want kids who’ll shine

out with your family’s spirit, like your Christ.

Oh, thank you for your gifts of love sublime:

his spirit, and his life - all sacrificed.

I love you, 

too.

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