I Pray You Tell

Hello, hello, I pray you tell

That time’s a ticking on the shelf

That murders’ mysteries ring their chimes

While devil’s advocates do their crimes

While honeymooners swoon and swoon

From night and morning, afternoon

While children playing all their games

Pay no attention to what’s insane

While master craftsmen sing their tunes

While empty vessels blow their balloons

While entertainers do their tricks

While five and six pick up their sticks

But then what happens, do you say

When God’s people forget to pray

When they’re so caught up in this world

That God’s instructions they have hurled?

Will God sit silent and never say,

“I’m calling you to bow and pray,

Repent of sins, put them aside,

And be now only my pure bride”?

An Original Work / February 27, 2022