The Box God Left

THE BOX GOD LEFT Lord I went to church today. Slightly to the right and just inside the door, was this battered olde box, which’d seen many a day. Standing in height, ‘bout a meter square, there in the top, so neatly cut, a slot. Facing me a message written. ‘Come into My house, enjoy! Assurance of love, peace, joy, comfort, and warmth given through me. And through the slot, deposit your hurts, anxieties, and worries ‘bout unpaid bills. And put aside inside, your troubles and woes so your time spent in MY house, is time devoted to you and me. Where music will ring out in praise and worship; loud and clear. Drink the wine, eat the bread for the joy of My sacrifice can be yours. And from your increase give cheerfully to the upkeep of My house. Then listen to the message, be silent, so that into your heart I can speak a timely word for you. Lord on leaving your house today, inside the door was bare, for you had taken away that battered olde box, till next time I enter the sanctuary, of Your house…. Francis Cooper – Mac © pre-1977