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 ~
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 ]