One day God told me I should write,
To spread His word with all my might.
It must puzzle everyone I know,
Who has seen my life down so low.
They must think that I`m insane,
To confess my sins time and again.
Strew dirty laundry around the earth,
Some say it is degrading to my worth.
Just a few months ago I felt the same,
Though life is not just fun and games.
The Lord had a reason for this to be,
So I feel privileged that He chose me.
He knew all the guilt that's in my heart,
From this world I wanted to depart.
The many hardships I have endured,
The pain for which there is no cure.
He knew that no more could I bear,
That day as He took me in his care.
I feel this is what He has asked of me,
To tell you all so you might see,
That with our sins come only hurt,
Now you know why I spread my dirt.
If my poetry helps you see the light,
Then you will try to do what's right.
I confess my sins I will take my blame,
I believe with God I shalt not be ashamed.
Written By Thelma Shutters 12-06-02
