I’m too old for dogma

 As I write You fill me, Your heart is for my good

Why You have trials and tests to send 

While You’re never-changing, You’re often rearranging 

Jesus lives and dogma dies my friend 

Life is full of Color, also full of gray 

We can’t say all life is black and white 

One thing that is sure, Jesus is the cure 

He’s my aim, my Prize for which I fight 

If  life was stagnant, we’d all be the same 

Be no need for color or diversity 

As it is we’re hands and feet, eyes and ears in Him we meet

Our many parts veer us through adversity 

Life is full of Color, also full of gray 

We can’t say all life is black and white 

One thing that is sure, Jesus is the cure 

He’s my aim, my Prize for which I fight 

Life is full of Color, also full of gray 

We can’t say all life is black and white 

One thing that is sure, Jesus is the cure 

He’s my aim, my Prize for which I fight.

1 Corinthians 9:26-27

Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.

1 Corinthians 12:15-20

Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body.