“Hassle ’Mongst The Titans”

A problem comes as we rise up in place
Amongst our fellow humans in this race;
For power and money are not handled well –
When human beings act, it echoes hell.

All through our lives the circle wider grows,
As God expands the range of where we go;
We grow up into life, its fullness lost
On those of us who seize some power – its cost –

Is far beyond what we at first can see;
Piranhas strip the flesh, for it can be
Accessible to small fish in a school,
When they rise up from depths of quiet pools.

From up above he wanders lion-like,
Alert for whom to seize, remove from site
Of action in the world – but Kingdom-layer,
Allows our presence, interceding prayer.

He nothing knows of water but the splash –
The shallow foam of dojo-life – alas
He needs to push off from this sandy shore
To waters deep – to water-walking more.

God’s power’s given to those who do not ask
To wield its potency, to do some task;
But rather lay themselves at Jesus’ feet;
Face Peter’s courtyard; Judas’ challenge meet.

Sometimes the upward climb is far too steep;
We ask that switchback’s use might help us meet
Demands of what God asks – though slower route –
Sometimes it moves us on in our pursuit.

Lord, for these men I pray, that they might be
Safe in Your arms, help each one come to see
That power and might are Yours, You work through us
As we, on Kingdom-layer step over fuss.

Thanks Lord for this.

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