Thursday, December 22, 2016

I find that the Lord works poem by Cassie Kinney

I will listen to the gospel:
"Swing low, sweet chariot",
"I'll Fly Away",
And "Go tell it on the Mountain".
I will tolerate almost all of it.
But I'm not prepared
When you say:
"The Lord moved my fingers
To Play this Song".
I find that the Lord works
In mysterious ways for you,
And for me the Lord
Doesn't work at all. 

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