Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Poem . . .

Here is a poem I wrote February 2003. I was bumming out thinking that I did not have a hard copy, and therefore had lost it all when our computer crashed a few months ago. I found this along with several other poems I thought were lost. I cannot remember exactly what inspired it, but after working in the medical field for CVT for about 4 years, the Lord by this time had revealed to me that even though this was a "job" - it was also a ministry to those I encountered every day.

To love and care for people is something we are all called to do whether we have a ministry "title" or not. Think of all of the physicians, nurses, teachers, ministers, plumbers, electricians, contractors, cooks, maids, grandmothers and grandfathers, Moms and Dads, and yes, lawyers too (just poking fun at the lawyers, hey, I have friends who are lawyers ) . . . I could go on - no matter the profession, we can all care for and help others along the way using our God given skills and abilites. God is into Mercy & Justice just as much as he is into Church attendance and Holiness. I hope you enjoy it and that it will inspire you to reach higher.


FOR PEOPLE

I wonder sometimes why I do these things
The things I don’t always want to do.
Then I look around and all around I see
Many more reasons to do
The things others cringe at and frown at
And sometimes turn white at.

I admit these things are not always pleasant and perfect
Like flowered fields and mountain scenes,
Like newborn babes and all things clean.
But my reasons run deeper than it may seem.
I do this for people.

For people who feel less than and weak.
For people who are not up and happy.
For those who are hurting and in need.
I do this also for those who depend on me every day.

Those people who call me Dad,
And honey and brother and son
Nephew and Uncle, all of these am I, in one.

I do this for them and also for me
For by doing for others I find that I am free.
From the selfishness and the pride
That so easily entangles my soul.
In so doing, these things lose their hold.

I do this for people
And for me.

3 comments:

Sonja said...

John 3:27

A man can receive only what is given to him from heaven.

John 3:29-30

The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom's voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. He must become greater; I must become less.

What you do for others is an act of unselfishness, thinking of others at a time when you are in great trial....obviously the Lord has given you great compassion or you would not be able to give it to others....you decrease while He increases IN you, that is what it is about.
Your poem is a mirror of your heart for out of your heart flows YOU in Him....
Thank you for sharing and being a blessing!

Sonja

Unknown said...

A poem we all can relate to. I thought about my husband when I read your poem. Working offshore away from home, being around not so pleasant guys 24/7...sometimes really takes a toll on him. He had a tough time fitting in for the first 2 years. The guys were very harsh, rude, down right cruel and among other things that wouldn't be appropriate to mention. This past year hasn't been as bad and last couple of months have been better. Thanks for your awesome posts. Tiffany Nicole( Sonja's sis..lol )

Anonymous said...

George, I didn't know you were a poet! Good stuff!
I got a hug from your son tonight at church...he told me some neat stuff that happened in Royal Rangers tonight...what a neat kid!
While, I'm bragging on ya'll...tell Robin, I love her new "do"! She looked like a teenager Sunday...
We love ya'll...
Cathy