FUNK JUNKING

August 22, 2003

How sad when our thoughts go where we have been
And gaze at our failures, mistakes and sin,
Oblivious of joy and grace we live in
Because our God forgave where we’ve been.

May grace abound and say who we are;
Let us like “Wise Men” follow the star
That led us at last to cross that bar
Between who we were and who we now are.

When memories surround us and bring on a funk,
Our boat of salvation well nigh sunk,
May God’s forgiveness unload that junk
And show us how quickly He lessens that funk.

To feel funky is human without any doubt;
In sadness we’re prone to just stop and pout
But when, by His help, we kick that funk out
We function much better, without any doubt.

I know where you are, my wonderful friend;
Oh the times I feel beat and terribly chagrined,
But I’m here to tell you, “This funk will end”.
Because we both know Jesus, our Friend.