HOLD TO THE ROD

Every day sees us rushing around,
Working, studying, tilling the ground,
Working at desks, or building a home,
Sending people around the world to roam.
All of us busy working so hard all day,
We might find time to kneel and pray.
But is that holding onto the iron rod?
Is that learning about our loving God?
Do we push to the back of our lives
The one thing that makes spirits thrive?
The scriptures on the bookshelf, or table
If they stay closed are useless and unable
To feed a starving soul. So hold to the rod
By reading day by day the words of God.
For would we eat food just once a week?
Or every other day? Bodies would be weak,
Minds would not work, yet we starve our soul.
Feast on the word and make our spirits whole.


M Ann Margetson June 7 1998 ©
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