Of all the ones

 

John 17:24 

24 “Father, I desire that they also whom You gave Me may be with Me where I am, that they may behold My glory which You have given Me; for You loved Me before the foundation of the world.

 

Going to court without a defender

Stand in judgment without an excuse

Wishing you had done things differently

Filled with the poison of being recluse

 

Depravity smiling on the front row

Its author grinning satisfied

“Long “live” death”, his only motto

As justice here is now applied

 

The question boils within one’s reason

“Why was I not a gift to Christ?

From the Father to his Loved One

Why not me? To the Crucified

 

Did I not hunger to be different?

Did I not search with a desperate heart?

Did I ignore all the warning signs

when I somewhere fell all apart?

 

Oh! I wish I could do it all over

Live my life to serve someone else

It’s not too late as long it is day

For salvation waits … you know that well

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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