….and they said I could not lead


The wobblies and the squabblies followed ol’ Ugly Bird’s glinting eye, leaning and keening and screening and preening up and up out of that stinking morass

Until they heard and paused and caused munching mumbles, all crookelly and tookelly were they disarrayed along that path ’til they hushed and heard by Floppy Ear:

[The following self-dialogue was in response to Lenten Day 1 devotional found at: Open Invitation to Join Terri from Cloaked Monk, 2 Corinthians 5:20 — 6:10]

Spoken by BushNosed StumpWoman:

“Yet, was I decaying as I entered the day
Yet, was I decrying my life as I left the night
Yea, I was stepping into light in new enfleshed heart
Yea, I was declaiming new life as I left the old.

Others said I was running a lost race
My Lord said I had already won.
Others said I was whistling up a rain pipe
My Lord said I was singing with the angels.

Yet, was I decaying as I entered the day
Yet, was I decrying my life as I left the night
Yea, I was stepping into light in new enfleshed heart
Yea, I was declaiming new life as I left the old.

Others said I was running a lost race
My Lord said I had already won.
Others said I was whistling up a rain pipe
My Lord said I was singing with the angels.”

 

NOTE:  Granbee encourages each of you to join me and others in this Lenten Journey over at CloakedMonk.

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