You give your hand to me
I take it and kiss it
Then you walk away
Thinking that you know me
But iot is plain to see
That you take me for granted
And I can see why
I have provided for you for several years
I have cleaned for you, washed your clothes
Cooked your food, bought the groceries
Listened to your complaints, watched you blame others
For your neglect of health issues
You wanted to be in the crook of my arm
But you turned your head
When I went to kiss you at the sign of peace
In the church service and I am supposed to
Be happy? No, you don’t know me
Then you break your covenant with me
Made under the light of the Holy Spirit
You think that is okay
I am not to judge
The truth will show
When the time comes
And the Light shines on your darkness.
Stanski
August 10, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 