“Labels Or Reality?”
In terms of this new ministry
(It’s old, of course, but let that be),
It’s labels which get thrown around,
Like children in grandparent’s gowns –“I like this one, so flowing-like –
A princess I, no more a tyke
With pedal-blocks still on my trike,
So legs quite short can speed with might.”“Not me, I like this parasol,
Here in the attic – I feel tall –
Extends my reach up to the sky,
Not with leukemic bones, who dies.”“I love our games of fantasy –
‘Play house! I will the father be;
You be the mom; you be the kid;
Let’s of reality be rid’.”But on the loop we find ourselves
Stripped bare, and set by on the shelves
Of life, as others do their thing –
Then see we’re where the angels sing.Not later, life on earth then done,
But now – our life in Christ begun;
We get in line, our numbers take –
“Step up, your turn – don’t hesitate.”And then, assigned we are by Him –
“Set out, assignment now begin;
Go into Giver-land in Me;
I’m there – and Works of Power you’ll see.”We leave, descending through the storm
Until we’re home; and we’ve been warned –
Our “sheep” will hear us, others not –
No one can snatch what we’ve now got –Permission comes from folks around,
Who stumble darkly ’cross the ground;
Who long to see maturity
In Christ – some day on loop to be.For on that loop things flip to rights;
Authority from Christ seems light,
Not heavy, as the world conceives
Their rulers with authority.“I’ll do the heavy lifting, son;
Do ‘this and that’ for you’re the one;
Who’s in position, gives an ear
To Spirit’s guidance – shed your fear.“First four, then twelve, then seven-two –
I trained them up, sent them to you;
Discipled – mentored – let weeds be
Lest weeding, you uproot the seed.“It takes a while for folks to learn
To guided be, not guidance spurn;
So let results I give through you
Speak to their hearts, Apostle, Stu.Thanks Lord for this.
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