Brother Jal requested early proof
You were Who You say You are.
Into his palm a hot coal dropped,
Jal's conviction established
when in Your presence he felt no pain.
But we note the seared flesh,
hospitalization required, the damage permanent,
his agony recurrent in Your every absence.
That consequence, threat, cost keeps us
firmly in the twilight, limbo state of faith,
paying Your status lip service,
glibly eschewing the proof,
the frightening, possible anguish
and damage of taking into hand
the terrible truth of Who
You and God really are.
O child of God, until truth is for its own sake sought,
the heart and mind will ever shy away.