( By Jan Phillips )
Things have a life of their own
Everywhere I look the amount seems to have grown,
I can’t seem to get rid of them you see
Somehow they just cling to me.
They really aren’t important in my life
They just cause me a lot of strife,
I’m running out of room to put things
It just causes me to be tied with strings.
God gave me this stuff for a reason
I wish it had only been for a season,
Seems its growing and growing
Wish I knew where He meant it should be going.
I sell it
I give it away
I throw it away
But it won’t go away
God help me to know what you want me to do
I feel like I’m living in a zoo,
I’ve got books to the ceiling
I don’t know how I should be feeling.
I’ve got clothes to the floor
And dishes to the door,
I just can’t stand the mess any more
You can’t even see my décor.
I never really wanted a lot of things
It’s really odd what life brings,
All I ever wanted was your love
Now looks like I’ve got over and above.
I thoroughly enjoyed it. A well crafted poem/song. Good rythm,good ryhme.
Thank you for your comment. Things sometimes get in the way with your relationship with God.
Inspirational and classy. An engrossing read.
Gopal
Thank you for the comment. Sometimes things overwhelm a person.