Venetia Crasta Poet Free verse

The Lords Invitation

The Lord stretched his hand out to me and said 
Come share my bread 
Not now Lord, Not now said I,
I have to toil at work to earn my bread

The Lord stretched his hand out to me and said
Come share my cross
Not now Lord, not now said I,
I am busy with life and wife and boss

The Lord stretched his hand out to me and said
Come to me and rest
Not now Lord, not now said I,
I have my cd’s, dvd’s and guests.

The Lord stretched his hand out to me and said
Come be my net
Not now Lord, not now, said I 
A fisherman I will never be

The Lord stretched his hand above and wept
How many God? How many will be left

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Dr.Ram Mehta May 24, 2011 at 4:13 PM What a nice devotional expressions on faith , Venetia

Ajith Fredjeev May 23, 2011 at 10:35 PM Nicely tuned and I like its simplicity. Just for a case of clarification though... the last 2 lines "The Lord stretched his hand above and wept How many God? How many will be left" are you trying to say that 'the lord above stretched his hands' and the last line I find hard to understand how many will be left from what?!... F