Poem for July 27th, Matthew 13:44-52

I confess that I am by nature sinful and unclean

Give us this day our daily bread

In God we trust

Our Father who art in heaven

I believe in God the Father Almighty

Words, words, words, words!

Right under our eyes, ears, noses

Shining so bring we sometimes fail to see

In our but it’s bright and sunny

---- I’m too tired

---- I’ve too much to do

---- ho-hum Sunday mornings

right there all the time

the very thing we spend a life searching for

only to find

it’s given

given

and sometimes for a brief moment

when we hear a new born baby cry

or the final breath of a life long friend

we hear also the words we speak

and the love and hope they carry

and see the shinning treasure

of the kingdom is like..

in Christ’s outstretched hands