Up the street, in the blue house on the corner sin resides.
A black and white cat peers from the window pane.
A constant battle wages inside where darkness hides,
behind doors they wrestle with sin’s relentless reign.
Salvation beckons, as we raise a call to arms,
Outside, a windsock dances in the breeze,
as we wrestle against the flesh’s seductive charms.
Streamers, red, white, and blue, give us some ease.
Amongst the blooms of a burgeoning spring,
amongst ungodly thoughts and anger’s flame,
We confront the flaws that our hearts bring.
Actions and words that we can’t reclaim.
But fear not, for forgiveness is near,
like the colorful birds at the feeder’s brim,
Redemption’s promise like the fountain is crystal clear.
God’s grace abounds, despite all sin.
As neighbors stroll with their faithful hound,
The sun descends with gentle grace,
and squirrels chatter in the trees all around,
Reminding us of God’s daily embrace.
Up and down the street scents of dinners cooking
Remember, when we hunger for Jesus, we find our stay,
And when the child’s prank–when we weren’t looking,
makes us laugh–it reminds us Jesus guides our way.
The blue house on the corner, do understand,
is just a symbol of our struggle to find our worth,
Yet our worth is only by grace, held in God’s hand,
The Savior who saves, the Healer who recreates the earth.
WoPoLi 
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