Monday, August 08, 2011

bad poetry: agency

It’s supposed to be God’s greatest gift
The center of His Plan
Why is it so hard to let people use?
Feeling so inadequate
Trusting them to make the right choices
And then they don't
Wanting to control them-make them choose the right way
Frustration bubbling to the surface
Watching the pained looks of the people who love them most
Long nights of worry and fret
Watching helplessly as their choices change their life path
Hoping one day they see the light
Before it’s too late
And the consequences of abusing God’s greatest gift catch up to them

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