Blog #2 – A continuation of the blog ‘A Stone in my Shoe’ š š
Confessions of an Obsessive Religionist
Getting taller as I grew, my shoes got tighter, my feet began to fester The smooth stone crumbled into several pieces becoming a wall Each building upon another until the strain was just too much In vain I tried to remove it My brain kept telling me it was enough but my mind kept sending mixed messages I began to hate the stones And I hid behind the wall until I could not find a way out [With caloused hands and a broken heart What would I ever do?]
When a thought came to mind If it wasn’t for the stone in all its inperfection I would not need to be refined I would go through life thinking I was fine The stone in all its roughness through fire and flame must be tested I then would need to romance and caress it Becoming a polished stone A beautiful gem with a sure Foundation* – The prize of all my possessions!
* “Therefore, God lays in Zion a stone … for a foundation, a tried stone – a precious cornerstone, a sure foundaion”
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