O my Lord, help me move beyond this downward expression of: confused, constant complaining; where’s the reflection of Love?
Is my simple Christianity like: Stale bread with a harden crust? Is my sad, suffering condition a spiritually dry, wheat rust?
Lord, let me be broken for You, so Your bright Light in me shines; in service, let me be poured out like sweet, sacramental wine.
The dryness of my worn Faith has become worthless rubble. No one wants “bread of affliction” as a prompt for past troubles.
The bitterness of sour grapes is never a healthy sign; help get me off this crash diet- of this broken bread and whine.
Will people stop offering me their cheeses for my whine? Please break the endless cycle of this spiritual decline.
Stop people from offering me their cheeses for my whine. Please break the endless cycle now, before I run out of time.
Inspired by: Matt 5:16, 26:26-27; Rom 14:7
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.