Poem Entry #3

Evangelism (01 Nov 2015)

Who is more wicked than the man who hides
A testimony from God?
In famine, he keeps his bounty inside
And never scatters abroad.

The beggars surrounding his mansion
Probe on weary hands and knees.
They aren’t looking for perfection
Just a simply Holy Breeze.

If that Breeze blows ’bout your estate
Share it with the man who’s poor.
Prepare a meal to give him a taste;
Welcome the knocks at your door.

The Kingdom of God is a banquet, not
A storehouse of mothballs and rot.


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