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A Place Called Burnout
This place called burnout is actually a place
Where God's preachers all seem to agree
When they get there--all bent out of shape--
They whine, "Life just exploded on me."
So if you are on this burnt-out highway,
Keep track of the miles as you go.
For it won't be long till you see a sign
That reads: PREACHERS
Please Drive Slow.
Some of God's preachers approach this place
Swallowed up in a sea of doubt,
They quickly blame others for the mess that they made,
While searching an easy way out.
You may have friends that live at this place;
They're just waiting to hear from you
To see if your story is the same as theirs,
And to see what you plan to do.
You know it took time to get where you are,
I didn't happen just Boom! overnight.
Whenever God spoke and you turned away.
That helped darkness remain, with no light.
So now you pull up to a place called Burnout;
Here your friends and some strangers abide.
Be sure to take notice of why you are here,
Then walk in and stand by their side.
No one is immune to this burnout site;
But defeated we don't have to stay,
For God has a cure that will set us free
From discontent and despair, everyday.
There were many men in the Bible
Who traveled the same road you're on,
But like Moses and Elijah, they turned around
And got on the highway to "HOME.
So if Jesus says, "Ask," don't you run and hide!
If he says, "Read," then don't go to sleep!
If He says, "Give," then be sure that you do!"
What you sow is just what you'll reap.
-- June Moore
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