Whole Enough
By mark_yelland-brown
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There is no thing as subtle sin
‘Hamartia’,
Well, I recognise ‘Harm’.
And there are twenty-four arrows scattered around an empty Target.
As more grey hairs appear,
As the hair grows thin on top (dare I eat a peach?)
It’s those sins of omission that keep me awake at night,
More than those committed,
Perhaps,
It’s more understanding the reasons,
Or triggers, ouch,
That were the catalyst for the wrong choice that caused pain.
It’s never been lies,
Before being claimed, my morality was beautifully elastic.
I had a huge amount of rope for special occasions,
That could double as an escape out of a convenient window.
But now,
Regret is what causes the scars not to close, or heal over,
And yet,
I’ve never more understood grace.
We’re Glorious Ruins who this side of the River
Will never be,
Or even feel, whole enough.
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He's placed desires and
He's placed desires and delight to do right in our hearts, but his work in moulding us, and breaking our bad habits, will go on til glory! So thankful for the grace and pardon won, and that 'he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.' Phil 1:6
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