Ginny Alloway Baker
The Blame Game - Poem by Ginny Alloway Baker
How good are you at the blame game?
That tool we so easily find,
Our efforts to figure a problem name-
To fault failures we have in our life?
Our heart can be so deceitful
And make us believe a lie.
But only what is truthful
will help point our Spirit to the sky.
This is the reason
His Word we so need,
To measure ourselves and to know
how to be one of the rarest breed,
His power, on earth, to show.
Who can be blamed when we stand before Him
And the account we give must be true,
The time to answer the question is now
While the door is still open to you.
Doing the deeds He has called us to
Are possible for those who believe,
They must be completed in His sight,
So true reward we receive.
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