Poetry

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I'm made each day to go to work beyond my comfy door;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to watch my neighbors with possessions by the score;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.

I'm made to get down on my knees to clean a dirty floor;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to lie awake at night and know my spouse can snore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.

I'm made to cross the farmyard to work another chore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to wait both hand and foot, my child I so adore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.

I'm made to turn the other cheek. From cruelty I'm sore;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I'm made to cross the ocean shore to fight another war;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.

I've worked my fingers to the bone and built up my rapport;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
I donate sacrificially - more offerings are in store;
But if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.

I've still no flawless sacrifice. No works I can outpour;
And if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more.
My God had sent His Perfect One - and that I can't ignore.
So if I think I've sacrificed, I'd better think some more....

©2007 louis gander (4-7-07) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
www.ganderpoems.org/

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