Alarm deadened his concern for the victim. / To drown out the whispered cry, “I can’t breathe,” / He hummed a comforting hymn as he hastened by on / The far side of the road.
If I live in fearful times; / With things I cannot see, / Things I do not know, and / Things I cannot control.
Two crownings, two swaddlings, and / One more birth, / As the tomb becomes a womb, / When Jesus delivers us from the final enemy.
We take unreasonable comfort in thinking we’re the last generation / Putting a bow on history; / Making the closing argument; / Vindicating the character of God.
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