The fuel gauge said empty,
so I stopped for a fill.
It wasn’t too bad
until I got the bill.
Twenty-eight gallons
in a twenty-seven tank.
It’s a good thing that I
had stopped by the bank.
Running on fumes,
I did seem to be.
But was it my truck,
or was it just me?
The same thing did happen,
in my floor machine.
It ran out of power
before I could clean.
In search of an answer,
I started to read.
And found that the batteries,
some water did need.
And into each cell,
some water did pour.
I used up a gallon
and still needed more.
So very often,
as we live this life.
Our power is drained
by worry and strife.
We barely get by,
on a life out of gas.
Or we fail to function,
and just take a pass.
The answer is easier
said than it’s done.
Refuel your spirit,
by time with the Son.
So when I am weary
and feeling run down.
I take off my mask
and He sees my frown.
We spend time together,
He restoreth my soul.
He fills up my tank
and makes my batteries whole.
But I’ve learned a lesson,
there’s not so much pain.
If I refill sooner,
while some fuel does remain.
A life lived with Jesus
throughout every day.
Keeps me from empty,
as I live His way.
So instead of waiting
until I have run dry.
I hold fast to Jesus
and together we fly.
So stop what you’re doing
and refill your tanks.
Give praise to the Father,
and to Jesus give thanks!
©
The floor scrubber at work kept running for shorter and shorter amounts of time before needing recharged so I did some research and discovered that the batteries in it are not maintenance-free and they were in desperate need of water. This reminded me of times that I have put more fuel in my truck than what the official capacity is because I had run it so close to empty. Then this reminded me of times that I have allowed my spirit to be drained due to not spending the time with God that I ought. I pray that this poem encourages you to constantly refuel your spirit with the presence of God.
In prayer,
Tom