The Task At Hand

The Task At Hand

A poem about being obedient to God.

Edited by Livingston County Writers & Critics Support Group

God made the flowers; he made the rain
The sun, the moon, and everything
He gave us breath that we may live
A plan, a purpose; a life to give
He is our guide; he laid the path
He gave us directions; a hope that lasts
When we fall, he picks us up
Sometimes we drink that bitter cup
My life without him, I can’t endure
I need his help; he is the cure
So when you are in doubt remember to see
That life on earth not always will be
When I am in trouble I know to go
To one who cares; my head bowed low
Each time I wonder, each time I stray
He tugs at my heart, he asks me to stay
I walk in his footsteps to help man see
That God is the answer whatever the task may be

Word count: 145