Ocean swim, or kiddie pool?
Beach, or box of sand?
Lazy boy, or shaky stool?
Christmas gift so cool…
Or socks so bland?
Crème brûlée, or mud pie?
Disney World, or tourist trap?
Father’s House, or pigsty?
Forty winks of shut eye…
Or cat nap?
Roaring fire, or candle flame?
Chess, or Tic-Tac-Toe?
Honey sweet, or aspartame?
Roses fresh for dame…
Or faux?
Tie the knot, or “test drive”?
Send a prayer, or “thought”?
Joy that lasts, or quick dies?
Trusting Him Who did rise…
Or fretting-fraught…
A lot afraid…
Until that day the farm’s bought?
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“We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.” -C.S. Lewis
Rhymes for the Rejoiceful 