In these
times
When we
are called hypocrites, What identity do we carry?
When our
meekness is called hypocrisy, And our firmness wickedness
How do
we show the world, Who we really are, among the lot?
The mark
of difference lies within, Consciences not seared, but walking standing,
sitting
In the
very footsteps of our master, ignoring all, But loving as well.
The
light that shines , and the darkness cannot extinguish,
Shines
in our hearts, the very presence of Jesus
In our
lives as Lord, over all affairs
Gives us
the quiet assurance within that we are His,
Children
of the light,
That
Light, and so we shine,
We shine
in the dark, in the open,
In
secret we shine and shine on,
Striving,
never to dim, this is what we carry
THE LIFE
THAT IS LIGHT THAT SHINES
Concealed
in the carcass they see,
But we
see what lies wihin
And we
Rejoice.
29th
November 2011
By Joy YESUTOR
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