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The Balance Beam

Here atop a balance beam
wobbling here from side to side
Hoping to find peace between
Justice's wave and mercy's tide

I know that I am not to judge
unrighteously, but how to know
the place between a gentle heart
or to deliver a firm word's blow

I'm tired of the ceaseless mobs
of those denying Jesus' truths
And people leaving from his fold
They couldn't wait to see the fruits.

I'm told to love, and told to peace
Told to stand firm, to give relief
And I'll defend, midst pain and grief
All of my tender heart's beliefs

But sometimes I haven't clues to see
Whether to draw quietly in the dirt
Or overthrow the seller's wares
Or simply, situations skirt...

For there are those whom I call friends
Whose course and mine no longer bend
in the same strait from north to south...
But friendship can't see journey's end

So you and I, our minds once one
Apart now in ideals and faith
Maintaining our relationship
But split on all our thoughts of grace.

I hold fast to what I know
While trying hard to understand
Your deviation, and decided view
So separate from my own life plan

At times I tumble, human I be
I fall and scrape, but at least I try
to get back up again, to hear his word
While His existence you deny.

So Here, atop a balance beam
wobbling here from side to side
Hoping to find peace between
Justice's wave and mercy's tide.



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