No ivory tower holds the definition of my God

Theology breathes through vessels as common as blood

The Word by nature dwelling in the voice of all who speak

Giving credence whether aggressively bombastic or meek

 

I stand within the confines of the white gate

It’s narrow and it’s shallow and it calls others to placate

I move my lips with utterances that I hail as divine

To explain away the truths of God as if they are easy to define

 

In fact most are compelling by their natural simplicity

However, I contort myself into them that they should come from me

I look out from the bulwark of my academic pontification

And see the life of others living through the Spirit’s manifestation

 

So despite my word I must still find His Word living in me

And in the vicissitudes of life only His cross should I be

Adopted as a son thereby existing as the Spirit’s dwelling place

While still I grow in knowledge, it turns to wisdom alone by Grace