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1.27.2012

one

one
 
i have heard
“i am only one
yet i am still one”
but
i am still only one.
i wish i were more than one.

i have heard
“the need is the call”
if the need were the call
i would be in
israel meeting with secret believers
uganda helping prevent the abduction of children
thailand working to stop the sex trade
north korea smuggling Bibles
papua new guinea sharing the gospel
afghanistan encouraging defeated soldiers
the philippines feeding starving children
kenya guyana haiti china congo saudi arabia india iraq sudan
oh
and brooklyn

i don’t like hearing about need
around the world anymore
not because i want to close my eyes
but because i want to open them
and am forced to close them
because i cannot help all of them

i don’t like seeing homeless people
cold and begging for money
not because i want to ignore them
but because i want to rescue them
and am forced to ignore them
because I cannot help all of them

i don’t like that i am one

the needs of the world
are too great
for me to be
one

i have 300 children
and cannot meet
a fraction of their needs
i am overwhelmed by
their loss
their pain
their choices
i give them what i can
but it is not enough

i don’t like that i am one

the needs of my children
are too great
for me to be
one

i know that it is God
who makes change
but He has called us
He has called me
one

i am not content to just
do something
something is not enough
something is too small
there is too much need for something

i have heard
“i am only one
yet i am still one”
but
i am still only one.
i wish i were more than one.

despite what i wish…
i AM only one.
so what will this one do?
i cannot be more than one
so i can only make sure
my one
counts.

that my one is not just something
for the sake of something
because it is better than
nothing
no
though my one cannot be
everything
it can be everything it can be

so here i am
one
ready to be counted.


2 comments:

  1. Love this poem! It is a poem right? God is doing so much with your One self!

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  2. Haha, yes, it is a poem :) Thanks!

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