we read the things in Scripture told, all comfy in our pew
listen to the words of old and think, " must speak of you "
beatitudes, we know them well, commandments not a few,
but ask to lift a finger .. " He must be meaning you "
Moses we know, and Abraham, John and Jesus too,
but, woe to us, 'tis not a must; we simply do not do
retired and retiring, " life's really tough, you know " ,
methinks i'll just sit a while and watch, and learn, and know
yet love is not a thing we gain pointing at ' you ' in pew,
it arises, in the main, from within a heart of ' do '
pontificaters, theologizers, pharisees that talk ..
friend, Jesus was a friend of sinners, someone that walked the walk
so, talk is cheap, self righteous stuff that makes us think we're cool
when all along, it strokes our pride, makes us much more the fool
' faith ' - it's not a noun you know, least not in Scripture-speak,
it is a verb, a doing word, a word with hands and feet
.. ... .
had i another life to live with what, right now, i know
i'd give it all in doing, Jesus' love to bestow
shalom
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