Father, when our eyes grow dim,
Filled with cobwebs of our past,
Hardly ever seeing Him
Who's the First, the Best, the Last,
Clear the clutter from our shelves.
Scrape away the filth, the rust.
Re-arrange our very selves.
Vacuum out the piles of dust.
Shine your light upon our souls.
Wash away the years of grime.
Make your dirty servants whole
So we will redeem the time.
Fill our shelves with just one Book.
Make us busy in what's right,
So the passing world will look
And see Your own holy light.
Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
Poem and photo ©2011 James L. Swindle. You may print up to 100 copies for non-commercial use, so long as you don't modify it and you include the copyright notice.