It's my job to make a living -
rise up and not digress;
The owner wants my very best,
and him I must impress.
If I'm to take up my own cross,
if I'm to be like Him;
then I should do a wee bit more
than sing my favorite hymn....
On one hand I'm to follow God,
on the other, pay my bills.
Have I been so conditioned that -
I forgot abortion kills?
Does Jesus shed a little tear
for every child who dies?
And what was I so busy at
I failed to hear the cries?
Some day I must ask myself,
“Who IS my real boss?”
What pieces do I still take up -
the silver or the cross?
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
rise up and not digress;
The owner wants my very best,
and him I must impress.
If I'm to take up my own cross,
if I'm to be like Him;
then I should do a wee bit more
than sing my favorite hymn....
On one hand I'm to follow God,
on the other, pay my bills.
Have I been so conditioned that -
I forgot abortion kills?
Does Jesus shed a little tear
for every child who dies?
And what was I so busy at
I failed to hear the cries?
Some day I must ask myself,
“Who IS my real boss?”
What pieces do I still take up -
the silver or the cross?
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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(NASB) Matt. 27:
3 Then when Judas, who had betrayed Him, saw that He had been condemned, he felt remorse and returned the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders,4 saying, "I have sinned by betraying innocent blood."
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