TO WRITE A POEM

To write a poem of any kind
Is an exercise of the mind.
Sometimes the right words are hard to find,
Especially those that will make it rhyme.

The poems I like to write the best,
Far ahead of all the rest,
Are those that tell of Christ, the Blessed,
He who mastered life’s every test.

To give to Him both glory and praise
And mighty anthems to Him raise;
He Who is perfect in all His ways,
Outshining the sun’s most brilliant rays.

To thank Him for dying on the cross;
For suffering such great pain and loss
That He might pay sin’s awful cost
And redeem the souls of those who were lost.

To watch until He comes again;
To win the lost to Him ‘til then,
For none down here knows just when
He’ll come to take us home with Him.

Until that time I’ll write and pray
And try to follow in His Way,
To live for Him throughout each day
In all I think and do and say.

a. franklin staples
August 10, 1990
Copyright © 1990 by Allison F. Staples