The man bent on self aggrandizement could never comprehend the anointed words of this old poem. Those that jeered Jesus, on His way to Calvary, thought Him a loser. And should you walk deep in God, the world will mark you the same. This is the holy pattern where the last is made first and the the least the greatest. Such is the Kingdom, where the Creator stoops and the Servant wears the crown."God's glory is a wondrous thing,
...Most strange in all its ways,
And of all things on earth least like
...What men agree to praise.
For He can endless glory weave,
...From what men reckon shame;
In His own world He is content
...To play a losing game."
Dear brother sweet sister, should you be marked a loser in this world, take hope for you are in the very best of company. Count it also joy, for only a rare few out of each age are chosen for such. This is the little hidden flock to whom the Father promises the Kingdom.
John
Note:poem by GD Watson
