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ONE MORE TIME
By Luther Hamlett, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Now what do I write?
It's a dreary day in November,
Election Day!
All over our beautiful America,
the public is wondering
what their neighbors are thinking,
what they have been thinking
and wanting for quite some time now.
Me, I'm sitting at my typewriter,
watching my brain wobble
with nothing to write about
but politics, and politics, and politics.
People are hungry for many things.
The polls are buzzing with activity and questions.
One knows firsthand - we are a fruitful lot.
I wonder what it would be like
if we were voting for a Creator!
What kind of a job do you think
Our God is doing?
What kind of Commander-in-Chief has He been?
Those of us who have seen the power
of the ocean firsthand,
marvel at the awesome power of God l
Those of us who have not
would see it in the power of an ant or a mosquito.
Some of us see it when we turn our ignition key.
Others, when we watch a football game.
He does marvelous things
with the equipment he has ...
nothing but Grace.
Me, I wonder how He does it.
I wonder why He does it.
Stupid?
I think not!
Everyone does it.
Ludicrous?
A manic idea?
Ha!!!
It's a dreary day in November,
Election Day!
All over our beautiful America,
the public is wondering
what their neighbors are thinking,
what they have been thinking
and wanting for quite some time now.
Me, I'm sitting at my typewriter,
watching my brain wobble
with nothing to write about
but politics, and politics, and politics.
People are hungry for many things.
The polls are buzzing with activity and questions.
One knows firsthand - we are a fruitful lot.
I wonder what it would be like
if we were voting for a Creator!
What kind of a job do you think
Our God is doing?
What kind of Commander-in-Chief has He been?
Those of us who have seen the power
of the ocean firsthand,
marvel at the awesome power of God l
Those of us who have not
would see it in the power of an ant or a mosquito.
Some of us see it when we turn our ignition key.
Others, when we watch a football game.
He does marvelous things
with the equipment he has ...
nothing but Grace.
Me, I wonder how He does it.
I wonder why He does it.
Stupid?
I think not!
Everyone does it.
Ludicrous?
A manic idea?
Ha!!!

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