Before you read further, I need to explain something.

I never write poetry.

I don’t read poetry.

Poetry is not my thing.

Poetry is not my gift.

The last time I wrote a poem was in High School.

However, recently that all changed.

As I was driving, three lines flashed through my mind.

They were unique and I had never heard them before.

What were the lines?

Not God’s will.

Not God’s work.

Not God’s way.

What followed after that?

An equal sign.

So what does -not God’s will, not God’s work, and not God’s way, produce?

Waste.

What does God’s will, God’s work, and God’s way, produce?

Wheat.

As I sat down to write again, this unique poem was birthed!

No, I wasn’t copying Doctor Seuss!

But I am glad it came out Seussy!

Why?

God sometimes uses humour to teach us things.

It is Ok to keep your child soul.

I think mine lives on even at 51 years of age!

So many adults are so stiff.

Many years ago, there was an older man I met who loved me!

I was a small child and he was like my senior Uncle.

He truly wished he could keep me in a bottle to stop me from growing up.

I hope I never did grow up!

This Seussy poem has refreshed my child soul.

I pray it also refreshes yours.

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)

God’s will.

God’s work.

God’s way.

I choose God’s will.

I choose God’s work.

I choose God’s way, I say.

If I choose

My will

My work

My way

Will I be OK?

I most certainly would, argues the clay.

I can see better today.

Hey, hey, I say.

You cannot see today.

You are not OK.

You are just a lump of clay.

Let me teach you, I say.

But first, let’s pray, OK?

I cannot pray. I’m only clay.

I see so well today.

You best be on your way!

Hey, I say,

You cannot be OK!

For Jesus is The Way.

Go away some people say.

I don’t need you today.

But will you have a better day?

When you push Him away?

What do you say?

Ok, I’m clay.

It’s odd today.

I see a better way.

But still I run away.

I see the dust.

I see God’s Way.

I need to choose today.

But be gone! I shout.

I’m fully set, OK!

As jelly gone astray, I trust my own wrong way!

I only bow to clay.

I’m off the track I say.

But this is my way!

But stop I say, Ok?

Your Potter speaks today.

What do I hear Him say?

Why do you run away?

When Jesus is the only Way?

Choose

My will

My work

My way.

You cannot go astray.

You need to stop and say,

Jesus is The Way.