The son through the window is just a prop, not the subject of the poem. 🙂
There are those who walk on by, not willing to sample the wares,
not willing to enter in and be a part;
because
when they look in our windows, they see disheveled shelves (or is that selves?),
grudges, priced to move quickly,
beautiful window dressings covering dirty, bitter hearts.
So they walk on by; and so would I
except
these are supposed to be
family,
body,
bride; but
it seems kingdom life is under self-rule, and
bowing down happens only on Sundays, sometimes.
And we wonder why there is no revival, why our truth-telling is ineffective.
Ah . . .
but it is effective,
and that’s why the world just walks on by.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
Well, if we’re going to be real and authentic, people are going to see the flaws–including the self-centeredness. If they’re looking for both truth and perfection, I’ve not seen any shops or people selling that…
True. The flaws will certainly still be there, but oh that others could see more holiness than shabbiness. Then I think they might even see the Lord. I pray. (Some weeks are just full of inspiration.)
I’m encouraged to believe He is indeed transforming me from glory to glory, even if it seems at a snail’s pace–every now and then He shows me a glimpse of my growth and I can’t help but shout (inside) Hallelujah!
🙂
Great post!
Thank you!
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