Serving the Lord
Sunday morning in the church of my back yard,
You might find me picking up dog shit.
And as I toil over my labor of love,
I remember a story.
Someone once told the story of a man crying out to Allah.
Hearing no answer, he seeks an answer,
From a wise man. (Maybe a prophet.)
“The voice of Allah can be heard in the barking of your dog.”
After I gather the manifold and divine blessings bestowed upon me,
I dump the pooper-scooper into the remotest corner of Church property.
I look forward to Sunday afternoon,
When I call my Independent Fundamental Baptist Mom.
She asks, “Son, what have you been up to?”
After cleaning up 3 pounds (give or take) of dog shit,
I know it touches her heart,
When I tell her,
“I’ve been serving the Lord!”
You might find me picking up dog shit.
And as I toil over my labor of love,
I remember a story.
Someone once told the story of a man crying out to Allah.
Hearing no answer, he seeks an answer,
From a wise man. (Maybe a prophet.)
“The voice of Allah can be heard in the barking of your dog.”
After I gather the manifold and divine blessings bestowed upon me,
I dump the pooper-scooper into the remotest corner of Church property.
I look forward to Sunday afternoon,
When I call my Independent Fundamental Baptist Mom.
She asks, “Son, what have you been up to?”
After cleaning up 3 pounds (give or take) of dog shit,
I know it touches her heart,
When I tell her,
“I’ve been serving the Lord!”
51-55, M