Originally posted on May 30, 2020 on Facebook

In a hundred years they’ll see,

when there’s nothing left of you or me,

but eternal souls

loosed from the control

of those who tell us what to see,

who to be,

what to lament and what to sing.

They’ll understand what we couldn’t today

and be blind in a thousand other ways.

They’ll persecute their brothers

for rejecting their tales

and those who are slandered today will be hailed

for the truths they conveyed

though dismissed and dismayed

by those who shared their fragile days.

The human heart is frail and dim,

stubborn yet scattered in fickle whim.

Yet we are His,

the One who IS.

And neither truth nor life

is apart from Him.