If
If
If you can take a Bible
Open the cover wide
Take a scoop and swallow whole
Everything inside
Hook line and sinker.
Now climb into the hole you’ve made
And shut the cover tight
Be comfortable and close your mind
To shut out any light
That threatens from outside
Refuse to be a thinker
Outside the Holy Words
See not the world around you
The prayers that go ignored
The children 'He' lets suffer
The pains of life and death
Assure Him He is wonderful
And never hold your breath
For a reply,
You will be a man (of sorts) my son.
But
If you can help your neighbours
(If you love them or you don’t)
Give a hand to those in need
And never ask for thanks
Expect no praises or reward
On Earth or up on high
From some unlikely heavenly ‘Lord’
For praise hyperbole
Given to ‘Him’
You will be a (real) man my son
Copyright © John Hanscomb | Year Posted 2018
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