It’s cold and it’s snowy
     outside of the door.
But I’m warm and cozy,
     asleep on the floor.
I know what you’re saying,
     that you’d like to see.
Asleep and still writing
     that just can not be.
It may not seem likely —
     it may not seem real.
I”m only sharing
     the things that I feel.

If you just don’t like it,
     that’s fine with me.
You can do something useful,
     like watch “reality” TV!
It’s really not funny
     the things we accept.
As true and important
     though the facts are inept.
We read and we study,
     we search through the ‘net.
To prove what we want to,
     and the rest we forget.

As my mind does wander,
     and goes to and fro.
I consider what’s in it
     and I think of the snow.
It doesn’t matter
     if I say it is hot.
I can say it forever,
     but still, it is not.
The point to this story,
     is about to come.
I can’t make my own truth,
     It comes from the Son!

Okay, I went out to clear the snow from the driveway at home and another poem fell out of my head. I pray that this reaches the person God gave it to me for.

In prayer,
Tom Lemler

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