Thought I’d share this new poem. Hope you like it.
If God Lived Down the Street
©2024 Karen Moore
If God lived down the street from me,
I wonder what I’d do.
Would I walk by with head held high
And hope He never knew?
Would I peek in His windows
Or knock right on His door,
And run away as He showed up
Afraid to do much more?
Perhaps I’d bake some cookies
Or a lovely apple tart,
Or leave a little welcome note
Signed, “With all my heart.”
If He walked around the neighborhood
And waved as He passed by,
Would I pretend I didn’t see
Or look Him in the eye?
If God lived down the street from me
I’d mind my p’s and q’s,
And maybe I’d try harder
To follow in His shoes.
But I think it works much better
If I imagine God’s up there
And pretend He doesn’t know
The things I hide somewhere.
Yes, it’s easier to keep Him far,
To keep Him out of range,
For if He lived right down the street,
I’d probably have to change.
If God lived down the street from you,
Would you be the first to call,
Or would you close the curtains
And not welcome Him at all?
The funny thing is that I know
God’s in the neighborhood
And every day, He finds a way
To show us all that’s good.
God isn’t far away from you,
He lives right in your heart
And you might say, He’s there to stay–
You two will never part.
Yes, God lives down the street from me
And down the street from you,
And if you ever need a hand,
There’s nothing He can’t do!
Thanks be to God!