“Kaleidoscopic Fuel”
This car I knew – a stone went through
The tank for gas – far worse than crash,
For tiny leak in what we seek
Means out of gas on mountain pass.So where for fuel – not learned at school;
Two different types – just one is right,
But what of hole? It speaks to goals –
Whence came the stone? So far from home.The world’s awry, despite the cries
Of kids we raised in bubble-days
Where to from here? Road’s far from clear
When out of gas, in mountain pass.That’s how it feels when we’ve got wheels,
But all the rest’s beyond our best;
Lord lend Your aid, to mess we’ve made;
Can’t see our need, deep longings feed.Thanks Holy Spirit for this.
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