MERE THOUGHTS
Poem: Whispered Rumor
Author:
Pamela Ayn Austen
Image: Unknown
I love goodness.
I love purity.
I love all that is right.
But to find it in me?
I cannot.
I looked for it years ago.
I looked for it last month.
To find it today?
I cannot.
It isn't in my mind.
It isn't in my heart.
To say it's in my works?
I cannot.
But there is a rumor.
God whispered it to man.
Do I claim it as my notion?
I cannot.
I tell it like a dream.
I tell it in a song.
Do I sing it to perfection?
I cannot.
He whispered, "It is Jesus."
He said the Lord is true.
Do I assume God is lying?
I cannot.
Salvation is in Jesus.
All hope is in him.
Do I shun it like the wicked?
I cannot.
Then what should I do?
Announce it to all.
Hiding God's rumor,
I cannot.
I flee from the world.
I race to his arms.
Will I perish in my sins?
I cannot.
I whisper God's rumor.
I point to the Lord.
I would save you myself, but,
I cannot.