Poetry

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(Written 5-17-04)

Think you are strong?
Then, bear with the weak.
Then find your walk,
Has reached a peak!

Are you mature?
Let’s give you a hand!
Before a fall,
One thinks he’ll stand.

Comfortable one,
With all that you know;
Yet by your comfort
You’ll never grow.

So stand with the young,
A spiritual child;
And use your own life,
So Jesus-styled.

He’ll watch you close.
So bear scrutiny.
He’ll soon note,
You’re a spiritual flea.

I know for myself,
And so I say.
A spiritual youth saw,
I hardly knew the way.

I thought I was strong,
‘Til I bore with the young.
My life indicted me,
I was so stung.

We think we stand,
In magnificent light.
Yet, before new-born,
We’ve hardly no might!

“We then who are strong ought to bear with the scruples of the weak, and not to please ourselves. Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, leading to edification.” Romans 15:1-2

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