I go to the meeting, no bread in my basket
The week just seemed to fly by
The truth is right there, no need to mask it
God knows when I’m trying to lie
Distractions and noise and all of the chatter
The thoughts that fill up my mind
Things of no value that really don’t matter
Enter in to rob my soul blind
I sat in my chair and opened the Book
The pages seemed empty and bare
I knocked at the door, stepped in took a look
It seemed that he just wasn’t there
How my heart yearned for something to share
Some message that came from God’s heart
Something of value, fresh bread and to spare
I would bring for my own little part
A miracle happens! The table is filled
From everyone there in the room
The harvest is great, the soil has been tilled
And hope has sprung up in full bloom
I’m glad I was there! Just think what I’d missed
And all that would not have been mine
The treasure so sweetly by Providence kissed
The gold only fire can refine
The blessing will come in spite of our lack
God is true to his law from on high
And when we persist, He takes up the slack
And feeds hungry souls when they cry!
David Kettler
01/21/10
I wrote this poem just after the first of the year. I remember being very distraught over the trouble with selling our house. We had already moved into our home on Stemple Drive when the escrow on our Dell Rapids home kind of unraveled. I think it is very normal to struggle spiritually when we struggle financially. Anytime a sheep is bothered, its head comes up and they quit feeding because they are intent on the coyote that is circling the flock. I’m very glad to my Dad that we were never given an option about going to meeting. Unless we were sick at the point of death…we went! That discipline has really helped me realize what this poem is all about…in spite of our failure or lack of attention to our Soul’s need, God is still very faithful and we never regret just going to the meeting no matter how we feel!
The week just seemed to fly by
The truth is right there, no need to mask it
God knows when I’m trying to lie
Distractions and noise and all of the chatter
The thoughts that fill up my mind
Things of no value that really don’t matter
Enter in to rob my soul blind
I sat in my chair and opened the Book
The pages seemed empty and bare
I knocked at the door, stepped in took a look
It seemed that he just wasn’t there
How my heart yearned for something to share
Some message that came from God’s heart
Something of value, fresh bread and to spare
I would bring for my own little part
A miracle happens! The table is filled
From everyone there in the room
The harvest is great, the soil has been tilled
And hope has sprung up in full bloom
I’m glad I was there! Just think what I’d missed
And all that would not have been mine
The treasure so sweetly by Providence kissed
The gold only fire can refine
The blessing will come in spite of our lack
God is true to his law from on high
And when we persist, He takes up the slack
And feeds hungry souls when they cry!
David Kettler
01/21/10
I wrote this poem just after the first of the year. I remember being very distraught over the trouble with selling our house. We had already moved into our home on Stemple Drive when the escrow on our Dell Rapids home kind of unraveled. I think it is very normal to struggle spiritually when we struggle financially. Anytime a sheep is bothered, its head comes up and they quit feeding because they are intent on the coyote that is circling the flock. I’m very glad to my Dad that we were never given an option about going to meeting. Unless we were sick at the point of death…we went! That discipline has really helped me realize what this poem is all about…in spite of our failure or lack of attention to our Soul’s need, God is still very faithful and we never regret just going to the meeting no matter how we feel!
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