The Box God Left
THE BOX GOD LEFT
Lord
I went to church today.
Slightly to the right
and just inside the door,
was this battered olde box,
which’d seen many a day.
Standing
in height,
‘bout a meter square,
there in the top,
so neatly cut, a slot.
Facing me
a message written.
‘Come into My house,
enjoy!
Assurance of love,
peace,
joy,
comfort,
and warmth given through me.
And through the slot,
deposit your hurts,
anxieties,
and worries ‘bout unpaid bills.
And put aside inside,
your troubles and woes
so your time spent in MY house,
is time
devoted
to you and me.
Where music will ring out
in praise and worship;
loud and clear.
Drink the wine,
eat the bread
for the joy
of My sacrifice
can be yours.
And from your increase
give cheerfully
to the upkeep
of My house.
Then listen to the message,
be silent,
so that into your heart
I can speak
a timely word for you.
Lord
on leaving your house today,
inside the door was bare,
for you had taken away
that battered olde box,
till next time
I enter the sanctuary,
of Your house….
Francis Cooper – Mac © pre-1977
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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