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Friday, September 24, 2010

Feeling the effects of being turned inside out by God.

I’m a tree in the middle of many
My leaves are turning
As are others’
My leaves are red
Their leaves are brown
I stand out in the crowd
I am easily spotted
Easily found
I am a beacon
For those who wander
I am a sight to see
And though some look to me
I become extremely aware
That I am not like the rest
That I stand out
That I am conspicuous
Compared to the masses
I assume a colorless position
I change to fit in
To be unidentifiable
Except to point upward
To the One who changed me.