Moulded Or Transfigured? Poem by Royston Allen
Moulded Or Transfigured?
Get up, got to work, go home, go to bed,
or 'Life more abundantly' Jesus said.
The world tries to mould us into its way,
but 'Come now to me' we hear Jesus say.
Turning the things of this world on its head;
giving us a brand new outlook instead.
We’re transfigured by Jesus each new day
and not moulded by this world and its' way.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Jesus
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