The Weight of Humanity

Weathered,
Worn,
Torn,
The world



Under God;
Waiting on a new heaven,
A new earth,
Redemption;
His kingdom come,
On earth be done,
As it is in Heaven.

The earth groaning



under the weight of humanity.
"Oh my God",
"Jesus Christ",
said in jest, haste,
frustration and anger,
wonderment, amazement and disbelief;
"Oh my God",
"Jesus Christ",
said flippantly,
without regard;
not even hearing, 
far from understanding,
the words just uttered from their mouths.



The up-heavel,
felt on every continent,
starts from disregard;
of foul words spoken,
disrespect of listening ears,
self-absorbed:
"Let everyone hear!"
From the litany of man made rules,
mirroring Pharisees,
found in every place on earth;
to a false sense of freedom,
that knows no bounds,
"just do what feels good";
both cages
of peoples making.

The only hope, 
outside of Jesus Christ,
(and God's saving grace),
is peoples ability to love.
Love those next to you,
right where you are,
love the waitress at your table,
love the nurse at your bedside,
love the merry maid who cleans your floors;
all of us meant to serve one another,
no one exempt
from "The Call" on our lives.



The dead will be raised,
the blind will see,
the deaf will hear,
all will be made new when Jesus comes again.
We ask Him to tarry not;
"every knee shall bow,
every tongue confess,
that Jesus Christ is Lord".



And,
so,
I pray,
"Oh, 
my God,
Jesus
Christ,
forgive them;
they don't know what they're doing!"
Allow me to bring Your living water to the desert places,



allow me to expand the tent pegs of Your kingdom,
until you return again.

Weathered,
Worn,
Torn,
The world



Under God;
Waiting on a new heaven,
A new earth,
Redemption;
His kingdom come,
On earth be done,
As it is in Heaven.


 


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