Yard Sale

Yard Sale Time to gather up Old items and dirty cups Clothes with only use as rags Place them unto a bag Don't forget the ones of stain As we seek to be on the threshing floor of grain There is one to come purchase it all My prayer is that one accepts His call No need to worry of putting up signs of the sale It's all been paid for once received will live the tale Of how the One who knew your every need Brought forth the bread of heaven to feed To cast out all the things this world did instill As the living water begins to flush out and fill Storing up new treasures not bought in this earth Which is found through the heavenly mother birth In this poem to tell of the true sale Of the One who removes weeds to provide a new trail