Branded
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I don't care who you are, if you want to know the SAVIOR, HE is ready
and willing to accept us. Again, what a KING!
“Branded”
The world’s smithy’s fire burns hotly
their brand is being fashioned for you to wear,
surely they know all about your “kind” you inside and out
and by affixing that brand to you they’ll swear.
Maybe you’ve come from the wrong side of town
or from parents not too smart or too rich,
and many in your school had turned up their nose
not wanting you to join their click.
On goes the struggle of wanting just to be belong
you try different clothes and even a change of the color your hair,
seeking and seemingly all doors are shut to you
and finally you cry out in despair.
What is so wrong with me and why don’t I fit
why I’ve tried to slide into their mold,
and turning myself inside and out, crying buckets of tears
but still I cannot on that style of life lay hold..
The world’s finer life with limousines and the latest fashions of Paris
would, you’d think, cause you now to fit in,
and if you possibly reach its height yet by nightfall
you’d be again crying from all of the bondage of your sin.
The tanning salons, tattoo parlors - no matter how chic, all kinds of piercing
is now the world’s branding and the latest rage,
but really there is nothing new under the sun
just the beginning of the new era and end of an old age.
But the branding you have always longed and sought for
was really at your reach,,
it is the Seal of God by Jesus Christ’s cross
as all along the Bible did teach.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
August 18, 1999
Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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