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.