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Biographies of brilliant men Who left great marks on earth Oft describe enabling traits These men displayed from birth. Such marvelous boys, such bright young men, Their accomplishments of age; I read impressed by all they were From first to final page. It's then that sadness takes my heart And leads me through my past To gaze upon ensnaring traits That seem my mold to cast. I wish for late-blooming heroes Who conquered what they'd been; Who broke what chained their character And became heroic men. Not men whose linear climbs to fame Resemble not myself; And in despair I close the books And take them to the shelf. And on the shelf another book Quietly draws my eye, Not wishing more of perfect men I pass the scriptures by. But then I pause, I pick them up And slowly I peruse, And read the part where Christ is bound And brought before the Jews. And Peter, in fear, denies the Lord; First once, then twice again; Then, for days, in bitter shame He agonized his sin. I skip ahead a little bit, A different man appears As Peter, in power, proclaims the Lord, Now void of former fears. And on I read and see the life Of a misguided man named Saul Who, midstream, changed from what he was To become Apostle Paul. And so I search from page to page And find the men I sought; Men who stood so strong and firm Who were from weakness wrought. From them I gain the needed hope That such I still can be; If I, like them, now turn to Him Who said, ""Come follow me.""
Wes Stephenson

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