These Are My JOTtings...

Waiting at The Principal's Door

When we're children we mess up,
We act and play and do,
But if we fill the Judgment Cup
Our playtime, it is through.

We say, "I was just playing, Sir!
I did not go to sin!"
But when the Truth we do bestir,
Our pleadings will not win.

We grow up and we play and play,
though bigger the results,
'Til one day in the words we say
Aren't teasing, they're insults.

"I have the right to live my life
the way that I would choose.
"God makes demands and plays His fife,
and freedom I could lose."

"It's my own body, just a mass
of tissue there inside.
"I have the right to make it pass
and live in my own pride."

"I have the right to love just me
or any one I choose.
"To stop me I would not be free.
My pride you would abuse."

"I'll worship all my heart would love
or nothing yet at all.
"My church would honor One Above
or Earth on whom I call."

But why does human like a child
sit cringing at a storm
As though a principal so "wild"
would punish with alarm?

Perhaps it is because we like
to live life in control,
Not to be harmed by sudden strike
to break our nice, neat whole.

Submitting will is greatest step
in finding liberty,
The place of lasting, lifelong prep
is found in only He.

by Jay O'Toole
on September 10th, 2017