When Fences Aren’t Mended

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

The fences went unmended.
The horses found the spot;
And where they were supposed to be
Is right where they were not.
 
The farmer finally found them,
After a neighbor called
To say that they were in his yard,
And now his yard was bald.
 
He’d have to make amends now,
Perhaps a hefty sum
Cuz his unmended fence had led
To damage being done.
 
Have you unmended fences
In need of some repair?
Perhaps the step that’s needed first
Is going to God, in prayer.
 
Then He can gently guide you
To where the breeches lie –
To where the joy’s been seeping out
From soul-holes you’ve denied.
 
No doubt there’s damage being done
The longer that you wait.
So mend those broken fences now,
Before it is too late.
 
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger,
brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.
Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other,
just as in Christ God forgave you.”
Ephesians 4:31-32 NIV
 
©Lisa DeVinney, April 2013

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