Not in His image.


The Not-So-Gentle Followers Of Gentle Jesus

I could've lived being fooled by the prayers,
And the happy-goodness in all of its layers:
But I was horrored to doubt by the malice,
Overflowing from the chalice.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 14:33

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Mark, this is powerful. What you have stated in so few lines is explosive. I find that people will always, always fall short of reflecting the love of the Savior. I look only to Him. He has never let me down. His gentleness, His strength, His love, His wisdom, His guidance, His path is righteous. His foundation is what I want to build my life upon. All else is shifting sand.
2006-11-22



Short but so very true!
2006-11-22