Today and Tomorrow

The air is sparingly moist,

You feel the heat while you're in.

But outside, you get the tan to your skin.

Strongly, I feel the weight

Of the need of upholding righteousness

And shunning all would-be available baits

That would, this season draw me towards sinfulness.

 




 It would be nice to win a Nobel Prize.

But to God to whom much service, I realize

It would be wonderful, if to Him I pour out my soul

And to anywhere He sends me I go.

'Use me, send me Lord!' My spirit cries out.

My plans and prospects- issues my mind raises questions about.
 



I believe it would be fun to be

With the cherubim, or the seraphim may be.

But I tremble at the mere essence

Of dining with the Bridegroom in the Father's presence.

I would take You at your word,

That You would keep me LORD.