"My" witness ...

Job 16:18-19 

An Appeal to God as Witness

18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,
nor let there be a secret place for my cry.
19 Even now my witness is in heaven;
my advocate is on high.

 

Under the cloud of many witnesses ...we struggle on through life.

Even when we’re most alone ... we are surely surrounded

by the ones with great advice ... if we just want to listen

but we’ll drown out those voices ... in our merry go-a-round.

 

“My witness and my evidence surely even now is high”.

Words, thoughts and actions ... are observed from everywhere.

Nothing will get lost ... unless personally moved by the Father

to be never found again ... in this atmosphere.

 

Just because our blindness ... does not mean our sight is gone.

Really if you think of it ... the facts will stand out clearer.

Blindness is an open door ... for true character to run out

and without reservation to separate filth from the “purer”.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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