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Welcome To The
BEYOND STRUCTURE
Graffiti Page
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Sign Guestbook
View Guestbook
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The Mirror
by Jim Lackey
I stand in front of a looking glass,
and there a face I see.
An image vague, but beautiful,
whose image can this be?
It looks like the one who told me first
about God's wonderful grace.
I can almost see the loving smile,
though I can't make out the face.
Then I see in the glass the resemblance
of my life long, truest friend.
Of one who in spite of all my faults,
loved me to the end.
And I see there yet a face of one
with thorns upon His head.
And scars of nails in His hands and feet,
empty from blood He shed.
I strain to see and understand
this image I behold.
Who's hair is like the purest wool
and feet of tempered gold.
But is it I who stands before the glass,
in search of an image clearer?
Do I see these things in me myself,
or am I the smudge upon the mirror?
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Welcome to the
Beyond Structure Graffiti Page.
If you have something to contribute
email me
Dan :)
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Who's In Heaven?
by Bob Hogue
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
nor the lights or its decor...
But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp--
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash!!
There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my grumpy old neighbor
who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
And why's everyone so quiet,
so somber? Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said the Lord, "They're all in shock.
No one thought they'd see you."
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