Must I be what consensus says I am? Or am I free of the prodigal of man? Must I feed from rebellion and self doubt? Or is my stand what this life is all about?

Duct taped in to a ferret in a cast, squirming and gyrating to escape the world’s grasp. Struggling with legs so short I forget they are really arms to flex and form in different shapes to propel myself from harm. Made in His image not this world that’s gone wrong singing along in rhapsodies when hymns and psalms are my heart’s song.

Not fashioned for performance or to be a bitter man. Designed for loving patience in accordance with the plan. The wrath of righteous living embedded in my soul my lips are filled with evil please touch them with burning coal.

The train extends before me the opulence so white the stones and gems upon the throne have taken up my sight. It is good to be undone at the footstool of the Throne no effort to be free again no quest to be alone. For this if life abundant, the place beyond my self. Understanding the image and the shadow has bread the perfect wealth.

The things I gather ripen and wait for proper truck no happenstance in glory nothing born of luck. The story all is written does that offend me so to find that I not unique even though I have His glow. Not so very special as I once grasped with all my might eternity before me testimony this journey’s right.

This package is made ready for the dance with God on high. Forgotten all intentions as my Saviour’s drawing nigh. Don’t worry little wild one about the fields so open wide there’s no end to the dimensions and the spaces vast inside. No matter what they tell you no matter what they say the skinny path before you is the only way.