A Stalk Of Corn Poem by Randy McClave

There was a stalk of corn
That was bent over by a terrible storm,
And I was told not to straighten it
With my two hands I would break and not fix it.
I was then told to leave it alone
And to wait for the sunlight to be shone,
Then that bent stalk of corn will stretch towards the sky
Then again it will grow straight and high.
A stalk of corn is like how we are
Many times we are pushed my sin and temptation to far,
Then when our soul get bent
It's by the evils that the Devil had sent.
We are all bent and we need to straighten
We are bent over by Satan,
Man is like the stalk not knowing of his true growth
And the sun/ Son will always straighten both.

Randy L. McClave