I have told the Gospel story
To many children over the years.
Some seemed not to listen.
Some repented with bitter tears.
Sometimes I am tempted to say,
"One soul was saved, only one."
Then my Father gently reminds me.
"For that child I sent my only Son."
I keep singing the Gospel story.
Sometimes I hit a wrong chord,
But I have a song in my heart,
So I'll keep singing for my Lord.
I have prayed so many prayers
That got answers of plainly "no",
But I got so many "yes" answers,
That it pays to pray, I know.
For every good poem I write,
I write one that's not so fine,
But I'll keep writing about Jesus,
For I am His, and He is mine.
I'll keep living for my Lord,
For He has done so much for me,
Until the day He takes me home,
And His dear holy face I see.
This poem was a finalist in the April 2013 poetry contest