i can only imagine.

when self-pride is crucified. and
my words won’t have to hide.
a day filled with total grace. when
the place for bad things lie only
in entertainment.
because complaining is a
contagious habit.
but rest-assured, so is joy
and making a respectful world.

i can only imagine.

a day filled with rejoice in ways
other than Christmas.
because it’s a choice to help
without remorse.
a day without war. but
with understanding
and patience.
humility.
and forgiveness.

i can only imagine.

the sweet taste of gentleness
where hard hearts rest.
refilling. on soft pillows
full of spiritual doves.
deep within us.
when palms are open
to give and to get.
with arms wide open.
the kind, like Jesus.

i can only imagine.