Co-Operation'

At the emergency room, he arrived one night, High on drugs, and full of fight' Handcuffed and escorted by a cop;Would his yelling ever stop? The air was blue as he yelled his curses, At the E. R. aides and the nurses. People trying to stop him from dying, But all their assistance, he was denying. Skill prevailed; sedatives won out. He was finally quiet ( welcome change no doubt). Procedures were done, but by one it was related, " How easy it would have been had he co-operated." I thought as I watched professionals do their job: How often I'm the same way with God' He wants to help me leave where I've been, But I cos to remain in my sin. The Father who formed me so long ago, Wants only my best; why so I treat Him so' But He is patient, and will stand and wait, Until I decide to co-operate' For my life, he has great plan, Though most parts of it I don't understand. He is molding me in the image of His Son, So the more I yield, the sooner He'll be done. Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.) October 20, 2002