"STEPPING OUT"

I'm so glad that when our life here is done that we won't be judged by even the sweetest of aquaintances, but we will stand before our ALMIGHTY GOD. Too many people suffer and tire themselves day after day to seek approval of a friend or neighbor, or pastor. In the following poem I express the frustration of pleasing man instead of GOD......

Stepping Rhythmatically to the sounding drum
Single file with my fellows I come
Carefully absorbing the pounding beat
To time the placement of my aching feet

With eyes fixed and frozen to the back of a head
But yearning for turning aside instead
My arms counting time as they swing to and fro
Desiring to stop...but onward I go

For someone is watching the moves that I make
There's no room for cheating, no room for mistakes
For one at a time we arrive with no pleasure
And stand by the wall, each one to be measured

And this man called SOCIETY turns us away
And says"March back..you're still short today!"
So we return as we came, cramped and deprived
Like worker bees flying eyes fixed on the hive

The drum beats louder and the pace I abhor
I break from the line , to be measured no more
And I look to each side and surprised to find
That my sight is retained, I didn't go blind

Purposely, aimless, meandering I go
Hands deep in my pockets to swing never more
I stop and rejoice at what I have found
There's more to life than that pulsating sound

I sing forth so loud, and look where I may
Life is so different, in this, my new day
Don't tell me I'm crazy, or mentally tranced
Just because for your drummer, I refused to dance

.......copyright BUTTON