Poem -

The Bucket

The Bucket

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

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sparrowsong

Hello Cheryl...

People say that Jesus helps those you help themselves...

Where can I find that verse?

Who does Jesus help?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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cheryl miller

I have never read that verse in the Bible. People quote a lot of things that they think is in the Bible, but are not. Like ‘cleanliness is next to Godliness ‘, I believe Ben Franklin said that one.  The Bible does say ‘ if one will not work, neither should he eat’.  Which to me encourages us to work. But then it also commands believers to aide the widows and fatherless.  Thank you for your comment ?

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Nine Eleven

Jesus is a astronaut, lost in space, trying to find the source of tears, tears from the human race. I do love your poem, it's just hard to believe when children are in so much need.

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cheryl miller

Once when a woman sacrificed her life’s savings, pouring the contents of her alabaster box upon Jesus feet, some one ( there’s always someone) complained saying it should have been sold and given to the poor.  Jesus responded ‘ you will always have the poor amongst you, but I you will not’.  Suffering in the world, is not because God doesn’t care, but because man is so lost, and most people care so little.   ?

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Nine Eleven

True, that's why I stand by my master plan, death to all, no more suffering.

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linda wright

yes if we call on jesus name he hears amen linda j wright 

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