Monday, January 23, 2012

On 'House'-keeping


It’s not all neat and tidy
With everything in place
There are corners that are dirty
It is true, I must confess
And no matter how I plan to keep
A tab on everything
It seems, although I sweep and sweep
It isn’t very clean

Today I stood and looked about
At every unkempt room
The clutter made me want to shout
And grab my trusty broom
But then I heard a still small Voice
Admonishing my threat
As I surveyed fruits of my choice
In heaps of sad regret

I bowed my head in silent shame
Touched by His tenderness
I have only self to blame
For this recurring mess
To keep a life in proper order
Must begin with humble prayer
Asking Him to sweep each corner
Trusting Him with every care

Janet~

4 comments:

  1. Amen, some days when I think that my house isn't in order, then I remember to be thankful I have a house.

    Thanks Mosk

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  2. And He does, Janet. And He does!

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  3. A special thank you for this one, Janet! (I'm staring at my mess right now...)

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