Questions from the quarantine!
As a pandemic threatens our throats.
Panic is shushed,
And work pulled to a halt.
Looks like we won’t know,
Until time goes by,
If all the sanitizers we used,
Did anything to save us at all.
But here amidst this chaos,
Is revealed each man’s true nature,
The selfish – who dare not share,
The caring – who stand three feet away only because they care.
Here amidst the forced stillness,
I sit unhurried,
At my Saviour's feet.
Wondering if I feared death,
If it came knocking down my street?!
But it’s the regrets which pile up,
That scare the living daylights out of me.
It’s not dying that I am afraid of,
It’s the not-having-lived, that worries me.
The words I have left unpublished,
The early mornings that I have slept thro,
The conversations that I avoided while looking at my phone,
The responsibilities that I shied away from, for it meant dealing with people.
My purpose that I haven’t poured into.
Father, I pray,
That I never take for granted,
All this life that I am given to live in abundance.
And when it comes my time,
To pack up and go home to heaven,
Let me have no regrets weighing my heart down.
The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.
John 10:10 NKJV
that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world,
Philippians 2:15 NKJV