A Poem by Adam Lambdin
No one is coming for any of us but Him.
And sin dishes out highs and lows
Which we expect will end in passing grades, but our failure only, or faux success,
only ends with Him there, or no.
But no one is coming to approve us
or undo us in repeated failings – though I have hoped – but only Him.
People resonate while, seemingly, they never did,
but they don’t put up fronts as much as I do, or ever will.
Constant resonance fills us out completely cold and wholly unrealized in enthusiasm,
like some spiritual Meniere’s Disease.
But no one is coming for any of us, excepting Him.
But whether He comes as friend or judge depends entirely
on grace we either have or don’t at all, till rewarded then.
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