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photo of scaffolded building in London July 2015 with false covering

When the music fades

What will I do?

Where will I be?

Who will I become?

How will I act? Why?

Will I become so uncomfortable

That I slip away

Out of my comfort zone?

Will I rise up or lie down?

Will I show up or be shown up?

Will the refiner’s fire produce gold

Or just wood, hay and stubble?

Will all my good works be consumed

Or will they show forth as gold or silver?

Under pressure

Will the coals of my life become diamonds

Or will they just crumble

To dust?

Is my need to be needed

To be a leader

To be in the spotlight

So great that I dip out

Rather than fade into the background?

When the music fades

What will I do?

Where will I be?

Who will I become?

How will I act? Why?

© Poem: Michelle Sherlock 20/9/15, Photo taken in London, July 2015

Inspired by 1 Corinthians 3:10-15 and Matt Redman’s song,

“When the music fades

All is stripped away

And I simply come….”

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