"Machines"
I like machines for “doing while”,
Which mix and tend folks in a style
Which works for all, as I attend
To other tasks as Jesus sends –Me to do this or that for Him,
That He some work could then begin;
In someone or some context bleak,
Midst storms of life and wandered sheep.So, bread machine works while I write;
Gas furnace runs, no wood to fight;
While far to North the turbines hum
Producing power to this way come.Society – well-oiled machine,
Just chugs along, a lumpy team,
But far above what others use
To pave the way, prevent abuse.The Internet, phone lines, and cells,
Maintained behind the scenes quite well,
There in an instant in our homes,
Or with us when we choose to roam.The ships and airlines, trucks and trains,
Flow to and fro – few horses trained
To transport mankind, their time’s past,
As we traverse this planet vast.And even while we speak, far up
Above the earth, lifestyle that’s tough
(Too tough for most), is now endured
By astronauts – their lives ensured –By global teams now standing by:
So astronauts can missions fly –
Machines each working, “doing while”
We carry on, walk one more mile.Thanks Lord for this.
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