Dwell in His shelter
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Ruby Harris


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Mary or Martha


I found myself being a “Martha” today
Wishing the “Mary “ would come out sweet 
I knew Jesus was in the house 
Wishing that my time would be at His feet
There seemed to be so much to do 
To ready the house for the day 
That it seemed that all the chores available 
Put themselves right in my way 
I know I have to work all week 
The house can become quite a mess 
Clothes pile up, floors not cleaned 
A meal on time is anybody’s guess
Mail is lying around in a pile 
All the bills are in the bunch 
I should have thrown a lot of it away 
Time was a factor is my best hunch
Kids and grandkids need some attention
So many dirty dishes and dusting not been done
Groceries have got to be bought
Beds not made, vacuum not run
But my heart wants to visit with Jesus 
I must decide what “Mary” would do 
These other things can wait a little while longer
Until Jesus and I are through
Jesus knows my house is a mess 
But, He is so willing to visit in it with me 
For He knows the mess that I am inside
From that mess He wants me free

Saturday, November 15, 2003
Ruby Harris
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