A mime

Philippians 4:8 

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of respect, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if something is excellent or praiseworthy, think about these things.

 

Words do not fit me ... I’m more like a mime

All I seem to do ... is write some words in rhyme

Still I have to quote these on paper that have lines

Maybe I should not speak them until another time

 

Take the words pure and noble ... a dimension far away

Words that do not fit ... in this world of degradation

Maybe in my death ... as my filth is swept away

I will be dressed in newness through the plan of Salvation

 

Purity then simply be ... Christ through me is living.

White as snow I am ... purified by Him

Full appreciation will ... then be labeled noble

As I then am changed ... very deep within

 

True and just a way of life and only Christ can live it

He has taken over now and is fullness in me

I am dead and so He lives forever and forever

In the “me” I ought to be ... so completely free

 

Who can resist a heart where loneliness is flourishing?

Who can resist a life ... filled with good report?

Is it you or is it me who under girds the Author?

Who makes all things possible and Holiness affords?

 

Praiseworthy should our lives be ... with virtue as our clothing

All should be filled ... to live Glory to His name

To recognize the difference between living and existing

And so to be grateful ... for the removal of our shame

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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