Ph: Faith: I Don't Belong To Me
'No one worth possessing can be quite possessed. That includes one's self.' - Sara Teasdale
by Brian Johnston
I don't belong to me (it's true) , you don't belong to you.
Can't be denied, a simple truth, but one embraced by few,
At best the child of loving God, at worst, you're all alone,
(And any time you say a prayer, ‘deep space' is on the phone) !
The world's best hope that God is real
Is in Christ's death, God's Grace the deal!
The ‘Church' God's love, to be precise
A marriage sought, and faith ‘bride price.'
Man's next best hope, a simple truth that man somehow exists,
A Cosmic joke? Our destiny? Man gets what he resists!
Man's dreams are all (for senses lie) , and we can't see God's truth
Though models serve (God uses curve) we're so restrained by youth.
What purpose (you think) do we serve?
You could propose one (what a nerve!) ,
Star dust evaluates its worth,
Hear laughter joined around the earth!
But we are here, and logic tracks, these loom quite large to me
Suggests there might indeed be plan for this reality!
Though human prayers to Trinity don't prove that They exist
Still, when the rainbow fills the sky, I feel the bride get kissed!