Raised with Jesus in a
fundamental way,
I abandoned later most of my
faith,
lured by the usual culprits
and intoxications.
It wasn’t Jesus through the
hard work days,
the fearsome nights I turned
to for comfort.
And now that I am retired
from hard work,
my
Lord allows nothing much
but faith to be stored in my
warehouse,
the labels dating back to
childhood
when grace flowed neck-deep and
freely.
A gospel fundamental enough
for a child
(whom He suffered to come
unto Him) –
faith and innocence
necessities,
not to be discarded at the
first rail stop
but clung to and employed,
carried firmly
into the heart of a faithless
world.
O child of God, Meher said
(like Jesus)
you must become, not
childish, but childlike.
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