Pragmatic
A word I use not oft
Because it I’m not
and prefer what’s more soft
Things subjective
easily rule my days
a theoretical life
over reality In this place I sometimes stay
Can I be faithful to my Lord
and live in subjective light?
Subjective light only brings darkness
and a conscience knowing it not right
Not all things though are objective
Certainly, a grey scale there is
I’ve always preferred lighter tones
No rigid lines so crisp
Yet is my eternal hope not secured?
Surely this is for sure
No dotted lines or perforation
This promise not obscure
Will not I surely be raised with Christ?
And this thereby be my standard
Daily living in the light
What is sure he has handed