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A Closed Circle

by Janette Lueveen

I saw a small church circle,
Tightly forged and unable to bend
So those who empowered its beginning,
Alas, also brought about its' end.

From afar, it appeared so strong,
With such amazing perfection.
But when strangers tried to blend in,
They encountered stone-faced rejection.

And to my astonishment,
Its' framework was not honed in gold.
Just forged of several alliances,
Themselves, blemished, weak, or old.

But in its' center lay a treasure,
Held captive and compressed.
Radiance from our Savior's love,
Intended to be shared and blessed.

When the thirsty gathered around
Eternal water was not presented as drink
The élite forgot that what does not grow
Will surely falter and shrink.

The masters of the circle firmly retorted,
Every relationship is securely in place.
To change or enlarge it now
Risks squandering the flame of Grace.


Pleas to unleash one tiny spark,
To generate hope in hearts fearful and cold.
No, not even one, can we impart.
His Blessing is ours alone to hold.

Our great commission is to guard,
This treasure with great care.
The world around us is unworthy,
In such a prize to share.

Then I heard mournful tears of regret!
As Angels with immense power from above,
Came down and broke apart,
The circle that withheld God's Love.

















I saw a small church circle,
Tightly forged and unable to bend
So those who empowered its beginning,
Alas, also brought about its' end.

From afar, it appeared so strong,
With such amazing perfection.
But when strangers tried to blend in,
They encountered stone-faced rejection.

And to my astonishment,
Its' framework was not honed in gold.
Just forged of several alliances,
Themselves, blemished, weak, or old.

But in its' center lay a treasure,
Held captive and compressed.
Radiance from our Savior's love,
Intended to be shared and blessed.

When the thirsty gathered around
Eternal water was not presented as drink
The élite forgot that what does not grow
Will surely falter and shrink.

The masters of the circle firmly retorted,
Every relationship is securely in place.
To change or enlarge it now
Risks squandering the flame of Grace?


Pleas to unleash one tiny spark,
To generate hope in hearts fearful and cold.
No, not even one, can we impart.
His Blessing is ours alone to hold.

Our great commission is to guard,
This treasure with great care.
The world around us is unworthy,
In such a prize to share.

Then I heard mournful tears of regret!
As Angels with immense power from above,
Came down and broke apart,
The circle that withheld God's Love.

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