THE BOX GOD LEFT

The Box God Left......

Lord!

I went to church today.

And slightly to the right,

just inside the door,

was an olde battered box

which had seen many a day.

Standing;

in height

a meter square,

and there in the top

so neatly cut,

a slot.

And facing me

a message written.

“Come into MY house,

enjoy an assurance of love,

joy and comfort,

and warmth given through Me.

Through the slot,

slide your deposit

of leaving behind,

your hurts,

anxieties,

and worries about unpaid bills.

Child of mine

deposit them

into the box,

so, you can put aside your

troubles,

so that time spent in My house

is time devoted

to you and me.

Let the music

ring out in praise,

loud and clear,

listen to the message,

and be silent

so that into your heart;

I can speak.

Drink the wine,

eat the bread,

for the joy of

My sacrifice

is yours.

From your increase

give cheerfully

to the upkeep

of My house.”

 

Lord,

on leaving

Your house today,

You had taken

that olde box

away,

till the next time

I enter the sanctuary

of Your house……

 

 

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