Introspect
When I look into your windows to see inside your soul,
I sometimes have to wonder what is looking back at me...
is it friend or foe?
I mean is it smiling pretty with no falseness in its transparent
veins? Or is it sinister? Is it a soul without a name?
Sometimes it is hard to tell within a world that we think
we know so well.
Do I see a soul that wants to make hell, or make
a heaven of hell?
Sometimes I have to turn this same introspect back
upon myself.... to check my personal motivations for things
that I myself may do.
To correct my own personal agenda in order to see things
more clearly concerning the Kingdom of Heaven, to see all
that is true, good and possible within the Father's realm.
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