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Glimpse the Living God.

Location: Virginia, United States

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Lost and Found

I’ve been wondering…
What is freedom? What does it mean to be free?
What does it feel like? Look like?
Do you even know?
What’s wrong with me that I need to be changed (fixed)?
Is my life really that shocking?
Am I so foul that you don’t want to touch me?
Or will you do anything to keep people from looking at you?
Standing regally on the hill - fooling everyone with your brick façade.
Is this the Family Community that I’m supposed to crave?
No thanks!
I’ll stick with my life.
No one in a bar ever looked at me the way that you do – like I’m a rat that just crawled out of the sewer.
I didn’t mean to get paw prints all over your Persian rug.

You look in disgust at my fatherless child.
Will you judge her too, for my mistakes?
Oh, you of bony fingers.
Don’t you know that God sees you?
He sees you in your bed at night thanking the heavens that you are not like that poor single mother addict that has to live in low income housing.
Yes, kiss your granite countertops and count your blessings.
Don’t worry about me.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll just dine on all your offered prayers and cover my sleeping daughter with well wishes.
That should get us through the winter.
I saw you swallow hard before you shook my hand
The bile of judgment has permanently damaged your throat.
You don’t really believe in transformation
What is so liberating about the gospel of Jesus Christ?
I’d really like to know.
Could you even tell me?Have you been liberated?


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