Running on Empty
Fill me up!
Running on empty
please have empathy.
Faith means much you see,
some days low … empty.
No service
at this way station—
folks gone on vacation.
Seems this Godly nation
has bankrupt His station.
Fill me up!
I’m running on fumes.
Sometimes my heart zooms—
thinking of His rooms,
how all evil fumes.
In service …
the Lord my Master,
guarded from disaster.
My walls weeping plaster,
my flesh aging faster.
Fill me up—
it’s humans’ disgrace …
love, feelings, hope waste.
Home for me--with His Grace—
to NOT care is disgrace.
No service …
still He’s everywhere.
You’ll find Him if you care
though evil cruises air.
He’ll meet us anywhere.
Now filled up—
believing Him is free.
copyright 2006 Sandra S. Corona
"I Found You"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.