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None are perfect…we all fall short. With this in mind, let us be mindful of ‘how’ we ‘correct’ a fellow pilgrim as we journey home. Remember, every individual’s walk with God is different. No two are alike. No one can judge another person’s relationship with Jesus, as it is…personal…in length, depth and ways that others cannot begin to comprehend. Indeed, what does anyone know of another's walk with Jesus…save, Jesus Himself? Let’s press-on, Amen.


What do they know...

of You and me?

of You, who designed…and…

commanded me…to breathe?

What do they know …?

of my development… in the womb

how You structured and prepared

this soul…for earthen entomb?

What do they know of…

the gifts, pulled from Yourself...

and laid within this destined castoff...kept

‘til designated…time of purpose…felt?

They know nothing... of You understanding…

my babble…before You taught me to speak

…nothing! of You prodding, urging…first step…

strengthening muscles unsure and weak

They have no idea of…things…that were done

while me too young…to tell, lest explain

nor…of the angels that You sent

to comfort and play…when loneliness came

What do they know of …

the wretched inner pangs and turmoil

that wrestled and pushed this flesh…

to lash-out, hurt, seethe and boil?

They have not even an…inkling

of the…me…that searched and roamed

filthy pathways with dead-end roads…

seeking…an inhabitable dome

What do they know of the hour, when You…

there all the time, revealed…Your Glorious Self?

changing me, my life forever, as I came…

to comprehend…Your Love’s Wealth

They can’t begin…to grasp the crest of our bond

how we commune… hour after hour

whereby my continued existence …is due only

to the…potent…of Your Saving Power

None can imagine…my savored calm…

when You catch my tears and hush my sighs

how Your Arms rock me to sleep, and then…

stir…to another…deemed…sunrise

They cannot phantom the…root…of Praise

coming forth at the …oddest…of times

adoring…The One…Who has Always…Loved me

whether I be...high or low…inclined

What do they know…yea! what do they know?!

of our etched closeness and depth…

a surrounding tie…that's mandated to live

far beyond…mortal death!

Yahweh, oh Jesus! What do they know…?!

like the wind which listeth that none can see…

Oh, what do they know…?!

Of You…and…me?

 

PS 71:6-7, 48:14, 139:1-6, ISA 46:3-4, JHN 3:8, GAL 6: 1-3, MATT 7: 1-2

 

©8/16/22-JMSbell
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