Jubilee

I drew the pix the night before,
And in the morn I looked some more
To see some aspect of my heart,
Some clue perhaps where we could start.

Not start so much as jump right in,
But start in sense of just begin
To let things flow through us, O Lord,
To those around who crave Your word.

The sadness of their downcast state,
Repeated through the group, relates
To me in fact – quite primitive –
For we’ve not change – derivative –

Perhaps – but really we’ve just stepped
Out from our origins, and shaped
A cultured world quite primitive,
In which I hunch we cannot live –

But think we can, so try our best;
Apply our thought; each snag address;
But really? In our darkest times
It’s fantasy, pulled from our minds.

I know to there’s little hope in there –
Some spot of yellow to compare-
Contrast with doom and gloom – and lacks
Much of the deepest darkest blacks.

The hope and money are mixed in
With blues of sky; more sky within;
The bearded men of several heights
Emitting rain-bowed inner lights.

But base of ground, is there, though small –
Provides foundation to it all;
Still, downcast eyes emotions state,
Though eyes are closed – we’re quite awake.

More “beaten” than in prayer I sense;
Oppressed do not regard the fence
As ultimate – they bide their time
’Till Jubilee when freedom’s mine.

For trapped within this life I live;
A man exists – release to give
To those now trapped – I’m here to see
Where best to work Christ’s Jubilee.

O Lord, I said I’d never live
This way again – said I would give
My all to You – You brought me here
To free these slaves – that task is clear.

So Lord, help me to stay on You,
In You, ’round You, in all I do,
That though things look from earthly view
Quite bad, we thrive in end, in You.

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