'Mandolin On A Couch' Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

A mandolin on a couch,
Sitting there collecting dust
Does not make the music it was made for.
It's like a dry eye, gathering a crust.

Do not let your faith be like that mandolin.
Play it loud so all can hear.
Play it daily and listen
For the Lord's rousing cheer!

What good is it to have faith
If you do not let others in the know?
It is just like having a car,
Yet walking everywhere you go.

So take up your faith and dust it off,
Play it for all people to hear.
Let its music reverberate throughout all hearts.
Then to all, your testimony will be clear.


Lord, there is none before, nor beside You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.

© Greg A. Oosterhouse,5-8-2007