On Being Human
On Being Human
We are all born as trusting innocents
Then the world of adults steals our resilience
We come with eyes of curiosity and wonder
Then the system breaks our will and thunder
Hearts born so gentle and so tender
Hardened by society they are rendered
But, our inner child within still lives
When nurtured and fed, he still can give
Hope, love, virtue, faith and trust
Come as little children we must
Hardened hearts can then be broken
Through the cracks God's words are spoken
Into our hearts God will live and thrive
But only we can ask Him and decide
Frail humans in elusive, desultory worlds
The enemy is us within tortured and furled
Death breathes close capturing us all
As we search for significance and meaning before we fall
Being human is connection with others using our hearts and heads
Otherwise we are sentenced to be the walking living dead
All humans need loving, supportive community
It sustains us, offering life and opportunity
It is about relationships finally in the end
Those with God, family, and our friends
Then what will last when we are gone?
It has always been love, our hearts' only song
We come then go as little children once more
As mere humans standing to face death's door
"Then he said, 'I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven.'"
“His purpose was for the nations to seek after God and perhaps feel their way
toward him and find him—though he is not far from any one of us.
For in him we live and move and exist. As some of your
own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’"
"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and
love—and the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13