The Bucket Poem by cheryl davis miller

When the bucket is empty
and the well has run dry
which way shall we all turn and
to Whom shall we then cry?

Denying the evidence
of the Creator's hand
we've bartered and borrowed we
refuse to understand.

That every good thing must
some day come to an end
We can try to ignore it
as we try to pretend.

That this life will just go on
and that nothing will change
that there's always tomorrow
and death we'll shortchange.

Then life's bucket is empty
and our well has run dry
if we call out to Jesus
He will always reply.


cdm 10/13/17