A SHEET OF PAPER
Just a plain sheet of paper,
Before me, I obviously see.
No words upon it at all;
So what do I imagine it to be?
Could become a letter to a friend,
Or to an army, a command.
Perhaps to a nation of people,
A principle upon which to stand!
Could be a haunted telegram,
From the battle front far away,
Bringing news from the military,
Of a brave man who died today.
Could possibly be a love letter
To a mother and a wife,
From an appreciative husband
Who has found meaning in his life.
Or it could become a page
Of God's Holy Word,
From which one preached
And God's call was heard!
Now if you began as a blank sheet,
Would you dare to be the friend
In stanza number two,
Displaying true principles to the end?
Or would the telegram of death
Be of you for all to see,
As is aptly described
In stanza number three?
Perhaps you'd choose to be the spouse,
Who lived happily in the house,
Of one who loved you all the more,
As plainly depicted in stanza number four.
Now if that sheet in stanza five
Were an eight and a half by eleven,
Could you be the one
That Bible points to Heaven?
The truth is pain to see;
Neutral we cannot be.
We must submit to God
While we walk upon the sod!