It was simple then–
no syllogisms, no apologetics,
no apologies,
just a “this is” and “the Bible tells me so,” and all the pieces fit.
. . . It was simple then when
happy ever afters were a dream, but still as real as
hope-talkers and wave-walkers, and
it was simple then.
But the pain came–body and mind–
and the years went;
and disappointments mounted and the time was spent
in piling up reasons to whine, and
it was hard to be thankful, but even more necessary;
and it was easy to lose those first passions while caught up in the busy busy of living.
. . . It was simple then when
worship was overflow and fellowship sweet–
before the commitment slammed headlong into this perseverance thing, and
it became more work than worship,
more hanging on than clinging to–and
it was so simple then.
Lord of my then and now…
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