'God Stuff' Poem by Linda Winchell

I've got a lot of God Stuff,
That I tend to put aside.

I need to see I get too it,
And not from thine eyes do hide.

I've placed it on a shelf of sorts,
That I seem to have built myself.

It's not too sturdy now I look at it,
With all the God stuff I have stored.

But it may be too late and then,
I'll only be pilling on much more!

So I'll take it down, one by one,
And do as my Father asks.

They're really not that hard to do,
They're not that hard of task.

God never gives us more you know,
Then we're too bare for Him.

He carried it all to Calvary,
It was that God Stuff of mans' sins.