Blank paper, folded and brought to life.
I submit - we are like origami -
Fold, unfold, showoff, put on the shelf.
An habitual existence- tending only me!
Looking good on the outside but frequently frozen
But every crease and fold represents a rut.
Imbedded thoughts and muddled thinking flows in,
Impeding the way out of sin, trying a short cut.
Only Christ can unfold us to meet his mission.
Even when we fall back into those old folds.
The Holy Spirit irons us out for submission
So we can accept all that life holds.
I beseech you to recognize those creases –
To examine how far you are stuck!
To embrace the life that never ceases;
Eternity does not depend on luck.
“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” John 14:6
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