What Do I Do?

And what do I do? Read and write poetry, Of course, and why not? It keeps the mind hot Stirring thoughts of the world And our lives unfurled As we look at the Book And consider Him who took Himself out of that heaven And came down here even To hang with gross sinners With no assurance of dinners. Yeah, He took a real chance Coming down here to dance To the tune His Father had set, One that the church would not forget. And every week we celebrate, Thankful that he kept that date With death and came right back To give us all that we lack, Meeting more than all our needs, Carrying His promise to our seeds.

0848 on 8 Jan., 2021