Don't Stand Around Killing the Grass

I wrote this poem to encourage Christians to be busy using their God given gifts to spread the Good new of salvation from sin and the magistracy of the coming kingdom

My soul was sinking in the mire 

The liar kept me blind

One way ticked to the Lake of Fire

The Author of Truth, Transported me from the deadliness or the desert

To a Spring fed valley over flowing with life

I once had no vision, so the grass died under my feet

Then the visionary gave me a passion to roll throughout the land

proclaiming the madjesty of the Coming kingdom,

Through the voice of Art and Poetry

I am not going to be guilty of standing around killing the grass

I  am going to keep rolling on until the navigator show up to fairs me across the Jordan  River to the gates of  The Visionary's Majestic Kingdom.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo

October 3 2018