But God, we want your vision of this thing,
not just what we can see right now at all,
to be the thing that grows (not just a wing),
we’d rather serve your purposes and fall
like John O’Washer (just before the Christ)
who spoke out as your voice (whom Empire crushed).
To weigh up all the evidence (suffice
to say, these other empires will be dust),
and let the spirit you have sent to here
show us new ways of living out your love,
in new settings and backgrounds that appear
fulfilling purposes of you above
all else that comes along, so that we will
not just 'make no mistakes’, but ‘put to work’
the gift of spirit, you gave us until
we used well what we could, and did not shirk
by burying the talent that you gave
from fear that we might lose it, if we tried
to use it. We must trust that you could save
us if that was the best, yet John O’ died.
Please give us wisdom now to see the core
of what you made us for, if more exists.
To hear our marching orders, and the call
to wild living, that's loving in the midst
of this black night, with all the “little stars”
you place around your universe in joy.
Your sun of righteousness that leads by far
we would reflect, as a full-moon, your “boy”!
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