JOYFULLY YOURS

 

It was just a Sunday morning, not very long ago;

I stood at your church, waiting for you to show.

 

Shortly after Sunday School started, I went to check on you, at home;

I knocked on the door, rang the doorbell, and couldn’t believe you were gone.

 

For inside, I could hear the t.v. going, and the children playing;

And I heard a lot of harsh words that you were saying.

 

I looked at the address to make sure that it was right;

And then knocked once again, wondering what was your plight.

 

For you see, you had never called Me, or tried to get in touch;

And I missed you, and wanted to hear from you ever so much.

 

I went back to the church and listened ‘til noon,

They never mentioned you, or Me, or that I might be coming soon.

 

I found out quickly, there wasn’t a place for Me there,

And even at your house, there seemed no place for prayer.

 

As My tears flowed down My cheeks, to My nail-scarred hands,

I left you a note to ask you, ‘What are your eternal plans?’

 

For if while you’re here on earth, you make no place of Me,

Why do you think I’ll recognize you at the beginning of eternity?

November 22, 2009

Joy Marie Parker