Days Whittled Away

Small becomes big, while huge is little, this as we mentally whittle,

Sorting many things in our mind, looking forward and also behind;

Pondering things, near and far, not content with things as they are,

Thinking beyond the here and now, we can slide into why and how.



Looking beyond all that we can see, thinking about what could be,

With our mind, overriding our heart, our flesh begins doing its part,

As temptations comes into play, trying to direct these feet of clay,

To stray from God’s said purpose, all provided by The Lord Jesus.



Some things in life may seem small, but, perception is not over all,

As personal wants cloud the view, of this life given to me and you;

While in our minds we may scheme; what we usually call our dream,

Almost appearing to be discontent, with the purpose, we were sent.



We then proceed, to whittle away, at that purpose, from day to day,

When we start wrestling in our mind, with daily issues of every kind,

As our eyes are taken off The Lord, His purpose, for us, is ignored.

Clouding, all that matters, in this life, as we stray from Jesus Christ.



But, God’s purpose doesn’t change, for our Lord remains the same,

Working through the life of everyone, who’s been called by His Son,

And so daily our focus needs to be, on Christ and things of Eternity,

As we live here, one day at a time, through a power which is sublime.



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