Moulded or transfigured?
Get up, got to work, go home, go to bed,
Or "Life more abundantly" Jesus said.
The world tries to mould us into its way,
But "Come to me" we hear Jesus say.
He turns the things of the world on its head
giving us a brand new outlook instead.
No longer conformed to this world and its' way
But being transformed by Jesus every day.
poem by Royston
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