Through to the Keeper
In “Poetry”
Oh she’s a naughty one indeed
Picking on tinies
Knocking oldies over like fleas
Maybe she wants us on our knees?
She came – but where did she come from?
The blame game flies into action
Yet gives no satisfaction
She goes on her merry way
Taunting and tearing at hearts and minds
Ripping up foundations
All over the place
Would it not be good to meet her face to face
And call her out?
She has no right to rip us to shreds
To plant fear and anxiety that gives us the dreads
She is an intruder – not invited
Consider her done in – uninvited.
When limited guests can come
There’s always One to be invited
“Come Lord Jesus be guest in our place
Be our guest O Giver of Grace.’