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Job 3; Luke 22:39-46

Job 3; Luke 22:39-46

Some of us love it. Some of us hate it. Some don’t understand it or don’t have time to figure it out. But it shows up all around us in different forms. We might not recognize it when we listen to it or see it. But it has the great potential to make its way through our defenses to penetrate our hearts. Suddenly, we are joyful or touched or moved or stopped. What is it? Poetry. It’s something that many of us are unfamiliar with and think we can’t relate well to. Some of you love poetry and even write your own. But I think all of us appreciate some poetry. Maybe you’ve heard this one.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

When I’m 64 – a song by the Beatles

Or you may have heard these lines.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know

Let it go – a song from movie Frozen last December.

Poems put to song stay with us.