I think myself no worse (and not much better!)
Than most who go to church on Sunday morn.
But--baptized once--should I be getting wetter?
Half-hearted faith draws ridicule and scorn.
My body's here; my mind is almost ready
I brought my spine for spirit-tingling songs.
My heart may flutter but my hand is steady.
I can quickly point out any and all wrongs.
Ah, but then a word is said, a truth is spoken!
I hear in part, distracted by my daze.
Some promises I've made and swiftly broken
while mumbling my random thanks and praise.
Each time I start to take His love for
granted,
and wonder to myself which way to turn,
I hope another sower's seed is planted
--its fruits unseen until I finally learn.
©Nancy Fierstien 1998/ Redbird Café/Whistling
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