I blame my older brother
Whose words were left in my ear.
Just a couple swear and curse words
I would shock my high school friends, my peers.
We all laughed and giggled
Putting out phrases that would be shunned
By parents, teachers, prudes - we figured
Our social clique would not be out done.
It was with a heavy burden though
‘Cause I felt terrible what I had unleashed -
For what I thought was a one-time show
My friends continued, out of my reach.
Contemplating how to undo it
I went hunting for spring fungi -
Tromping though the woods a bit
I found that the special spot was dry.
So I sat on the rotting log;
Asked forgiveness and wisdom
As I gave Christ my monologue,
Not realizing the lifelong outcome.
As I stood up, feeling His kindness -
I found I was surrounded by those morels!
I had not seen them in my spiritual blindness
Now I had the side dish for the dinner bell!
In the ensuing weeks, I changed my friendship clique
Found a new group of friends and grew in my new faith
My old clique also came to Christ as they began to seek -
And my world has mushroomed – the morel of my state.
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