Txt to me: How was the mechanicing ?
Set up, with plugs, leads, batt'ry, water, oil,..
When key from pocket's in ignition and
is turned, I think I'll know whether it's spoiled,
and then Replace, or Keep, what's there at hand.
Mechanicing has got me to this spot.
The call for dinner came last night before
I got to turn the key. I'd like a lot
to just run down and do it now, well more
or less, i'd have to dress and get that key.
I'm hoping to, some time today, but first
I have to check how things go inside me.
I'm on a training program. Best, & Worst...
Its stakes are higher, this whole self's in deep.
Mechanicing is needed. God, help me!
God helped me with that car. So I won't sleep!
I'll ask for help with self. And then, "We'll see."
This opp-or-tune-it-y is here right now,
to learn to love, from one who is just that.
Or else turn to technology somehow
(the stuff we make), to help me grow. I sat
here for a while, unsure; now I see more.
Don't want to learn to be mechanical,
I want to grow to be what he fore-saw,
I'll go to who is not tyranical,
the God who is the source of not just just-
-ice, but also of mercy, born from love,
which trumps the other tricks, of course it must!
For all that's good has come from it above.
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