Well, my friend,
The day you once feared has come.
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Left to our own selves,
we finally found out that,
Our fire has been put out,
Our commitment, loose,
Our obedience, imperfect.
And our love, cold.
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An inconceivable thought,
For people who stayed in the sanctuary,
Serving relentlessly….
Discreetly confused.
Pressing on while pressed.
Running hard limping.
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In the age of convenience,
You have finally found the imposter within,
And in the same convenience,
Found yourself slipping through
the crevices of your being.
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After having spent much time with yourself,
Like a drunk man sobered after a hangover,
You were a drunk man sobered by reality.
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You thought…
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You didn’t really love God
as much as you thought you did.
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Isn’t it troubling to know that..
The Peter who walked on the waters,
Was the same Peter who abandoned Christ in the land.
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Peter… you… and… me.
Maybe we have….
We have foolishly overestimated our affection.
We thought our love was too strong,
That disobedience was impossible.
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But the truth is,
Our love is fickle.
But by now my friend,
After years of obeying him,
We must remember,
That though we are foolishly fickle,
His love isn’t.
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Isn’t it freeing to know that…
The Jesus who bid Peter to get out of the boat,
Was the same Jesus who ate with him in the shore.
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And He starts again with us,
“Peter, do you love me?”
And again, we say,
“Yes, Lord”
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It is best, my dear friend,
That when we forget,
We do the next right thing:
remember.
May we overcome spiritual amnesia. Remember by reading with me the Scriptures in Luke 22 and John 21. May He grant you the strength to read again His truth – truth that sets us free.
