A Poem - The Weak Fools

Where are the fools and weak
Whom God has called?
For we think ourselves well born.

Where are the insignificant
Of this world?
And those who are despised?

When did we become
So respectable;
At lease in our own eyes?

To the world we are
perhaps, maybe,
fools, weaklings, meaningless.

To them we are indeed
Popinjays who
Strut in faux significance,

Masters of machinations
to force, to dominate,
to subjugate the masses.

Once, indeed, powerful,
Now gone, tossed,
Grasping for imagined glories of the past.

Has not God called the weak?
Has He not drawn fools?
How do we not see ourselves so?

Welcome the scandal
Embrace the foolishness
Let go of the world's "significance."

For God calls
He takes hold
Of His own.

Here there are the fools and weak
Whom God has called;
For we are they in Christ reborn.

Here there is room for all
Even the scandalous,
Despised, and shameful.

We need the nobodies,
And the no-accounts.
Those who are nothing.

For Christ is all to us;
Righteousness,
Holiness,
Redemption.
His. All His.

And we in He boast
As He through We reveals
His wisdom,
His power,
In our weakness.