A homeless prophet
in mission to his people,
to a broken world.
Offering no comfort
to those who would join him
Be his followers, disciples
A call to be focused, resolute,
to immediately leave all
become nomads,
missionaries to a people
too sure of their salvation,
a legion of a people
who are like Job
before the testing.
Those who would not
understand, who could not
follow. Safe in their
beds; destined for Sheol.
June 16, 2007 17:44
Luke 9:57-62
(Raymond A. Foss)
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