This Old Man
by Jennifer Molloy Songs of Solomon 2:8-10 "The voice of my beloved! Behold he comes Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold he stands behind our wall; He is looking through our windows, Gazing through the lattice. My beloved spoke and said to me; Rise up, my love, my love my fair one And come away." More than anything in the world the Lord wants to have an intimate relationship with us. In order to cultivate this we as believers must find quiet time alone to be with the Lord. This is where we should pray and talk to him about our concerns and joys. Just like the stag that is looking through the windows are walls are always before the Lord and he is waiting for us to share our pain, our joy, our tears and our laughter so he can guide us, comfort us, and protect us. All we have to do is make the time. The Old Man Thank you Lord for Your piercing eye that can spot trouble on the fly You swoop right down to warn me, but tonight I passed you by You can see that I was busy, I stayed way past five I need that promotion to pay all my earthly bills And You were probably busy, healing lots of other people's ills Lord You have given me a great start, You saved my very life But I can't meet with You tomorrow, we have to meet the bosses wife I really want to learn about You and all that you hold dear But the kids come this Saturday, but I'll make time for You don't fear We were looking forward to the Sunday service but will have to take a pass The family's been invited to the cottage, these invitations happen so darn fast Today is another day and Susie has the flu I just don't feel like sitting down with all I have to do I was out getting groceries when I came across this old man Who face was worn and his clothes were old and he said he knew my greatest fan What do you mean by that, you don' t know me from Adam He said I know the Lord, your greatest friend, why don't you have at him Sir I said, whatever do you mean, the Lord is very busy why would he miss me He said because you are his child and he is so in love with thee And every time you pass him by he is distraught from your rebuff I said in my defense, I been busy making a better life, times they've been so tough The man said who do you think blessed your work, your home, and your lovely wife In fact he saved your soul from hell, by giving up His very life He will never ever tell you about the pain you put him through But if you just let him in, he'll reveal to you, all that he has for you For times are getting harder and the world is getting cruel And all the money in the world won't save you, once evil pays it dues. So while the sun is shinning and the Lord still calls on you Please make time and learn who He is and what He wants to do And maybe one day you'll be here, trying to win one for the Lord Convinced of all the good He does and all the peace He has in store For all those Sick, lost and hurting people, He loves with all his heart Maybe it will be your turn, to help others make a brand new start To have their sin forgotten and to have their soul so loved That years of emptiness and cruelties are healed from Jesus up above You could be apart of this, if you'd only take the time The ball is in your corner, the Lord is waiting on your dime I must admit, I took the slow way home and thought of that old man How did he know, I would be there, how did he know my plans Well it really didn't matter, because his words hit home today Suddenly I was so aware of what I had to lose and so grateful to that brave old man and all that he had to say I kissed my wife when I got home and brought her up some dinner Than I turned off my phone, my computer and fell upon my knee's and confessed I was sinner With tear-stained cheeks I called to the Lord and said that I was sorry Than I thanked him for that old man and his heart-felt story Lord just because I know Your name doesn't mean I know You But if you give me another shot, I hope you will be true And teach me all I need to know, so I can be like that old man I know I can make it, if You'll hold my hand And show me how, I can win one for Your Glory So another hurting human soul, can begin a brand new story Contact me at [email protected] I am a freelance writer and poet that writes poetry and commentary on my christian life. I live in northern Ont. on a small hobby farm with my husband and an assortment of dogs, cats,horses,donkey and goats. I write to glorify my savior. blog:godspoetbychoice Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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