God's Days, #96

96, 10-6, SHOW  NOTES & COPYRIGHTS,  (Scheduled 3/23/2023)                       Today we are going to follow up on Dave’s suggestion to read a specific poem.  This poem has one of my favorite titles, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrowday.  Sometimes I like to play with words and even make my own words.  Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all days of our lives.  And no, I have not watched this soap opera on tv.   I’m not sure how clean I would be after watching an episode.Ok, enough, I’ll get to reading.  Our first poem is found in Living in God’s Rhyme on page 157.YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROWDAYAs I write this it is today.I wrote the one for yesterdaySometime earlier today.You will read this tomorrowday.Yeah, it sounds nonsensical.Maybe it’s like something from A long lost, thankfully, musicalWhose tunes you cannot hum.For some that is the total sumOf a week of days ever so weak;There was yesterday’s yesterdayAnd then tomorrowday’s tomorrowday.But we must remember the timesWhen writing of the week’s rhymesThat spellcheck continues to tell us we that we are wrongerWith those red squiggly lines under words that are stronger.(Writers comment: Man versus machine, God always wins.)One day tomorrowday will be yesterday.We cannot worry about whatever dayWe find ourselves living inWhether we lose or we win.As we face each day we must pray,Pray aloud that God removes the cloudOf doubt so we may shoutFor the world to hear that we have no fear.Yes, we will have our coffee,We will have the lives we live,But these things become smallWhen we answer God’s call.Yesterday I wrote, and today I writeAs I will tomorrowday write,“All I need today is a little Dr. PepperAnd a whole lot of Jesus”Pray that we mayStay with him always,That what we sayMay reflect the wayHe has saved us,God’s Son, Jesus.Discussion:Not much to say.  It’s how my mind works.  Crazy, I know; the voices in my head are constantly telling me so.Let’s see what I wrote some other day.  This is found on page 53 of Living In God’s Rhyme.SUDDEN DAYThe first day of the week,We worship him in churchAs comfort in our lives we seekBefore out the doors we lurch.Tomorrow begins the weak days,Those days when we can easily forgetWhat on Sunday he did say.As we step in the puddles our feet are wet.It is meIn the mirrorI do see.In the morningThere is a warningIn the prayer saidThat all I needIs his word to heedAnd I will be ledMy soul will be fedAnd then I open the doorTo the world that wants more.Each and every day I seeA reflection in the mirror.But there are so many aboutAs our lives we live outThat have not heard Us speak of his word.We must care,We must share,Let them knowAs we sowThe seedsThat will feedMore than five thousand,More than loaves and fish,More than they could ever wishIn years beyond a thousand.We can lead them to eternity.Away from God’s enmity,So that when it does arriveSudden Day they...