Leftovers

Psalm 126:6 

He who continually goes forth weeping,
Bearing seed for sowing,
Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing,
Bringing his sheaves with him.

 

Mission                      

 

Where did our mission go ... what are we to do?

Are we depending now on man to produce a harvest?

What does it take and who is there for you?

Is it based on what we can or be? Possibly the smartest

 

Who prepares the Way ...and provides the soft voices?

Who helps you cross the valleys where bridges are in need?

Who gave you the day filled with your own choices?

Who gives you opportunity to be fully free indeed?

 

Who is the church making all decisions?

Who is the man depending on these?

Who simply said: “No respecter of opinions?”

Who is still left only God to please?

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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