From the Lord
Sometimes, while resting, mind adrift and bored,
I get a nudge; might this be from the Lord?
Now that’s a thought that cannot be ignored;
The inspiration’s source must be explored.
To snub is not a thing we can afford,
To sever the connection as with sword,
To quench the Spirit seems most untoward:
Our very source of life, umbilic cord.
And so you play the thought out like a chord,
Or journal it like something to be stored,
Or use a brother as a sounding board,
Until you all agree, are in accord.
To find the Lord the source, its own reward,
For He is precious, much to be adored!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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