The age of accountability

Isaiah 44:3 

For I will pour water on the parched ground
and cause streams to flow on the dry land.
I will pour My Spirit on your offspring
and My Blessing on your children.

 

The age of accountability

 

Once a child ... always a child ... Please give me a break

Once I was in a state of innocence and awareness of sin was small

I was not held responsible as a perfect gift for Heaven’s Sake

till I reached an age of accountability defined by the Lord of All

 

If I had been born retarded ... I would have never reached that age

I would have kept this state of innocence until dearly departed

But now in teenage years the burden of sin covers every page

In my handwritten book of confusion where sin can’t be discarded

 

Growing up they call this hormones upsetting the applecart

But now I know the better ... it’s just the burden of the “Fall”

The Day of Judgment has arrived and I don’t have to be smart

as I try to escape from self and me for I don’t like this at all

 

For many years I was forgiven and life was fancy free

and now look at me today ... from carefree to heart-burdened

I was not prepared at all ... as my childhood lost its plea

I now am to be responsible for my shortcomings and its hurdles

 

Thank God for the ministry that helps prepare the children

Oh! The blessing to have some children ready for the day

The moment of accountability won’t be a major hindrance

As it slings our children into a realization to have by self to pay … unless

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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