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They said they knew
where He was from—
as if truth were tied
to a place on the sun.

But He came from depths
no map could chart—
from the Father’s will
to the human heart.

And I, who boast
of where I’ve begun,
forget each day
where I am from.

I said I knew Him—
by word and by name.
But He stood before me
and undid the claim.

For truth is not something
I gather or own—
It is Someone
by whom I am known.

I planned a quiet exit—
a dignified retreat from the strange.

But God spoke in a dream
and called me to remain.

Holiness is not escape—
but staying
when love makes no sense.

I filled out my bracket
with confidence and care—

but heaven is not won
by predictions.

The Judge does not consult
my rankings.

He only asks:

What did you do
with the grace
you were given?

I say I am doing well—
and perhaps I am.

But Christ asks a deeper question
than grammar can answer.

Not “How are you?”
but

“Do you want to be well?”

Life writes its plans in pencil,
God answers them in ink.

We promise perfect faith—
unless the world interrupts.

But grace waits patiently
somewhere along the road
between prayer
and home.

Parents learn the strangest truth of all:
children are not merely born to them—
they are born for them.

For a child can open blind eyes
more surely than clay and water,
and teach a grown man to see
the Kingdom of God.

I stood behind the pew in prayer,
Quite proud of how I placed me there;
Yet God prefers the sinners plea
To any righteous position be.

While nations rage and bombs above
Proclaim the ancient law of shove,
Christ whispers still what wars remove—
The world is only saved by love.

I raced to meet the Lord in haste,
My charity left on the interstate;
For Christ I drove—but truth revealed:
The road to grace is slowly sealed.