Brought been bought


Brought been bought
Why are you so threatened,
By a genuine faith?
By a genuine grace?
By a concerned face?
Why are you so scared,
In a way you can describe,
Like the part of you died,
Keeps on scratching?
Why does it matter,
If we throw a fit,
Pretend Christ’s “just not into it”,
When we forget him?
When would it work,
To allow him to breathe,
To allow us to see,
What we’ve forgotten?
There is no “right time”,
And there is no magic rhyme,
To drag back the ones who have forgotten.
Unless we lead with love,
Not even the world will be enough,
To shine light on the one that God brought/bought us.


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I am a teacher-to-be who loves people. I am not afraid of many things. I like to explain my thoughts logically on a very birds-eye view level--I was born thinking that way. I follow Jesus Christ, and I accept only that label to describe my identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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