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I ran across the following poem recently and thought I’d post it.  I wrote it when I was a new believer and was seeing (for the first time) my fallen state and need of God.  Many things have changed since then.  What hasn’t changed is the greatness of Christ and my dependence on Him, both of which are conveyed in the poem.  God bless 🙂

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PACING HALLS OF CAN’T AND WON’T
JUGGLING RESPONSES
FEELINGS
INDIGNATION RISES, CHOKES
ON STIFLED LAUGHTER
RAGING PARANOIA
BLINKS RAPIDLY
AT THE FLICKERING
SUGGESTION
OF IMAGINATION
THINGS HEARD
POSSIBLE DIAGNOSES

MY MIND…

…IT’S A CIRCUS
A THREE (666) RING
YESIREE STEP RIGHT UP AND SEE
MURDEROUS CLOWNS
SEXUAL CONTORTIONISTS RIDING BAREBACK
DEMONS EATING FIRE
DEFORMITIES ON PARADE
FOOLS TEMPTING THE JAWS OF BEASTS
ACROBATS BEGGING DEATH
YESIREE FOLKS
STEP RIGHT UP AND SEE
THE BIG TOP
THE SUPER COLOSSAL
THE ONE TIME ONLY
GENUINE
BONA FIDE
ZIPPITY DOO-DAH
OF THE WICKED CROWD
STUPID AND JEERING
IN THE GRIP OF SENATIONAL
ANIMAL LUST
CRUDE AND BOMBASTIC
CHEERING FOR VIOLENCE
APPLAUDING FOR APPETITE AND DESTRUCTION
GOING MAD FOR DISTORTION AND DESIRE
PLAYED OUT
AND FILLING THE AIR WITH THE STENCH
AND ELECTRICITY
OF DEADNESS
AND AS MY FRENZY DEEPENS
AS MY FEAR EXPLODES
AS MY MAD EYES SPIN WITHOUT REASON
THEY STOP
THEY SUDDENLY FIX UPON
THE TIGHTROPE WALKER
HIGH ABOVE
AND STILL
HIGH ABOVE
AND UNTOUCHED
BY HELL
HIGH ABOVE
AND MOVING ON
WITH A BEAM ON HIS SHOULDERS
AND A CROWN
OF THORNS.

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