Colossians 3:13 

 

13 Make allowance for each other’s faults, 

and forgive anyone who offends you. 

Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.

 

The Way, The Truth, The Life

 

There I go again ... finding myself in other people

Almost everyone I meet ... a reflection of myself

About in every person ... the known and the other

I find myself in deed ... understanding this very well

 

I cannot be separated ... from other human beings

It seems we are all interwoven ... into the same cloth

Maybe we appeared in the garment that was seamless

And needed cleansing every day ... from the daily stuff

 

Remember it was taken ... and that we gambled for it

In our worldly way ... to decide its purpose and lot?

At the suffering feet ... near to Heaven’s door

Blinded by the greed ... that now we remember not

 

Bloodstained was that garment ... from the stripes I caused

It touched many of us ... who were woven by the Weaver

Maybe God in wisdom ... brought a simple pause

In time as the Son stood still ... to make some of us believers

 

At the Cross I was that day ... howling with the crowd

“Save yourself if you can!”... I spit and screamed

Foaming at the mouth ... my sinfulness no doubt

Gurgling and puking ... as my depravity beamed

 

Then He gave up the Ghost ... everything turned dark

The foam on my lips ... turned into bitter tar

In the end of the course ... death lost its spark

Yes even its sting ... and its glimmer near and far

 

The earth shook ... tombstones turned over

Graves busted open ... saints rose and testified

The Blood full of Life ... on the seamless garment

Softly touched my heart ... Jesus showed His Might

 

Dead as a nail I was ... the one that pierced God’s feet

I was driven into the wood ... my sins being the hammer

The world still bothers me ...always hoping to mislead

Into serving myself the most ... as my flesh just stammers

 

Now I still go forward ... to meet myself in you

Don’t think of me to highly ... and about the things I do

If there is any good in me ... it can’t be me, but Truth

Who loves me so very much ... that He forgives me in you

 

 

Jan Wienen