Spiritual Masterminds
Our minds are filled so much,
From our daily lives and such;
Nearly impossible of all things,
Recalling what each day brings.
Some as we do takes no thought,
As instinct if we should or not;
While other times to conceive,
A matter of how we may believe.
Sometimes you draw a blank,
You forgot to be quite frank;
Rather than admitting you lie,
And decide to out right deny.
Our minds are filled with trash,
Trivial things inside we stash;
Forgetting what really matters,
Blocking entry as it scatters.
Most importantly we forget,
Someone who has paid a debt;
Christ can clean out our minds,
Making us spiritual masterminds.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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