Reach Out

For years I've studied my Bible

I seldom missed a Sunday in church

Yet every time I thought I'd changed

I found something else to research.



Then again I read - "Not one is rightous"

And I come to you in guilty pain

Why, Lord, when I try so hard?

How much longer can I stand the strain?



As I sit here in deep thoughtfullness

I hear your still, small voice

"Do you love your neighbor as yourself"

Or turn away? You make the choice.



Keep looking for the truth

Reach out a helping hand to the depressed

Life will become more plesant

And you will be wonderfully blessed.


~ Eva May Young ~
6-3-2008

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung@SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2008 ( EvaYoung@SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by: Eva Young ]