Work is not Work

>>> I try to Remember, was this Truly Him? <<<

Work is not Work
By Arley Steinhour 071816

Dear Father God, that I might flee,
From all that You, want me to be,
Without your help, I'm a casualty,
Unable to Rise, and Worship Thee.

You told me firm, 'Write poetry,'
To Glorify You, as words flow free,
With Rhyme that You, tell me, must be,
Even though, the reader, is the Casualty.

If they don't search, to find the meaning,
'They're not worthy, to shun 'Demeaning,'
They need to know that you Own 'Defining,'
With minimal need for Mortal Delineating.

Read my words, as Ancient's would speak,
And, if necessary, with 'Tongue in the Cheek.'
For this Scribe's bones are Older, than Meek,
Even though your mind might want to Shriek.

I write the words that the Spirit commands,
As if what I hear, are Godly Demands,
Often I, too, must look up the meaning,
Without, I Pray, of being, Demeaning.

God wants us to understand His Way,
Since, He is God, and we follow His Sway,
So, at Graduation, we join in the Play,
Where, Work is not Work, but more, a Mainstay.

If you haven't given, your heart to Jesus,
He cannot please you, as He does us.
Redeemed, and Justified, Free from Sin,
Join us, Please, the Race, you too, can Win.

AMEN