(As promised, here’s a little poetry. Please accept it as my apology for not contributing anything in a while.)
This has to do with church leadership. Yes it rhymes. Sorry if that’s cheezy. My brother told me once that he thinks I’m a metaphysical poet at heart. I don’t know what that means. So, Adam – consider this your metaphysical thank-you.
the beam
– a self-persuaded beam
untested and untried
lies silent and alone
with purpose unapplied
– once useless and detached
but soon employed by grace
the beam is pulled and set
and fitted place into place
– beneath the weight of hope
and grace’s gentle pain
the beam learns holy patience
through unrelenting strain
– now give us faith to rest
beneath your sovereign will
to gently bear your church
as you will bear her still
children of dust 