This spring, we moved my home office downstairs from a nook in the guest room to the front living room (used to hold my daughter's piano but now she's all grown up). In doing so, I unearthed old poems and short stories from years past. So, I thought I'd share one every once in awhile. Hope all of you are doing well. God bless.
Free Will
God gives us the power to choose to obey.
He gives us everything, takes nothing away.
We can follow him or go our own way,
But it is our choice whether to obey.
I've been fascinated by the world and its wares,
Taken a smart-aleck attitude, the devil-may-care.
Not knowing that I'm the one who is lost,
not knowing He is the one who paid the cost.
Oh, I've felt like the brother in the Prodigal son,
How could my father celebrate when I've been the one.
The one to stay home and stand by what's right,
The one working all day into the night.
But now I see I was wrong,
God is the one who gives us the ability to obey.
And when we come home, he says that we may.
When we've stood firm, we had His love along.
CSS 6/12/1998
My question to you, dear readers, is--have you fallen into that trap of thinking your goodness belongs to you? God bless you and have a wonderful week!