With-Out My Game Face
As margins drop and circles close in tight,
It’s hard to walk the line and do things right;
I push, don’t drive when cars are in the ditch,
It works that way when broke, midrange, or rich.Today the juice was gone when switch was turned
(The key would not turn off, which fact I learned
When heading home – “Oh drat, what now?” Saith I,
“It’s not the nicest time for batt. to die”.But that’s what Sabbath’s for – thank God it’s here –
The time to get re-charged, assess what’s dear;
For we can drift, let battery run down,
So when we try to go, no way is found.“Nice thing ’bout having God here on the scene”,
He said, about one place of work he’d been,
“Is God is bigger than our smaller boss
And we can turn to Him, not have to toss –“Our context just because the guy’s a jerk,
Or he can’t see ahead to plan his work;
At least God sees, and guides us down the path,
And graces us till we get home at last.”Am I the one who holds this project up?
Am I the one who copes when things get rough?
If it were me, we’d long since crashed and burned;
By grace we’ve come this far, our lessons learned.So, game face? That’s a challenge facing me –
I’m interactive with the world I see;
I’m slowly learning that’s a point of view
That does not compass all the work I do.More accurate is view from up above –
Though sent to earth with ministry of love,
My head-space differs, like dyslexic type,
Which lets me keep perspective focused right.navigation