With senses intact and spring of step With time yet to fall and recover No thought for limitations still inconceived Thinking they are just stubborn or stupid The error of the righteously imposed upon Unwittingly repeating the sins that befell us Our maturity tardily arrives When acting no longer As though we were still children Seeing them for who and what they are With all of their vulnerabilities A call for reformation While witnessing their starry twilight Now possessed by resistance Our denial and fear For the sake of our miserable egos We demand competency And are marked by our intolerance It is we who trespass upon them Their veneer now frayed and torn We fear the world will spy Our feverish flight Away from them And now from ourselves The discontentment of youth Fueled our exodus As the sand slowly falls In silent desperation Our tenuous foothold That they may be themselves in our eyes Even if no longer in their own If the past still looms Remember God’s forgiveness The issue no longer between you and them But between you and your faith The sacrifice now defined To bear and be born Through courage and love Without even knowing for sure What we are being called to do Or why we are being called to do it It is not yet for us to know The answer awaits Beyond the horizon
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