WHEAT AND TARES

WHEAT AND TARES

I will not listen to the Curse –
I’ll hear the Bless instead –
I will not heed the Undertone
That’s pulling in my head.

I’ll hear the overriding Hope
That leaps across the Log –
I will not fear the Predator
Or languish in the fog.

I’ll listen to the Present sense –
I’ll rest the Preterite –
I’ll vanquish enervating Doom
With Light confederate.

Humility means looking up –
Not groveling in Guilt –
I will not underestimate
The Blood Atonement spilt.

My strengths and weaknesses both count
When He is Auditor –
I’ll face the daily Judgment bar
With Christ as Creditor.

(30 July 2009, Provo, Utah)