Some folks only come to my house in time of trial or distress,
And treat God like a magic lamp they can rub when life is a mess.
They haven't time for my word, only thinking of family,
Going about daily work and play and taking no thought of me.
But when a day of trouble comes, tragedy or death comes their way,
That's when they turn to the Bible, come to my house to pray.
Expecting God to be a magician or a genie they can hire,
That will take away all their sorrows and give them their hearts desire.
They struggle on through life, trying, without success, to scheme
A way to have God grant them their life's dream.
They haven't talked to me in years, they do not know my Son,
And they will not be in heaven when their life is done.
Then there are those who always keep me in their minds and hearts,
Don't hesitate to look into my word and the guidance it imparts.
Every day they lift their voice in worship, prayer and praise,
Sharing with my children all the trials life can raise.
Knowing that in time of distress or someone has done them wrong,
They can come to me for help, they were in close contact all along.
They may not have all life's comforts and pleasures on display,
But they know me and trust me to meet their needs each day.
They come to me with prayer and praises on their lips,
Every time life's highway starts taking bumps and dips,
Most important, their sins are gone, they've had love from the start,
And they are happy and joyful, because Jesus is in their heart.
By F. W. (Lucky) Hope
