Poem, My Job

In my life all throughout,

Always knowing & feeling without a doubt,

Since time immortal,

Of who & what I am,

So without further ado,

The reveal of all especially for you,

I’ve always felt that being God’s janitor,

Would be my calling so true,

Not as another amateur,

Just in worship of You,

As isn’t it better to be In God’s Kingdom,

Than anywhere else,

Even as a ruler thinking you’re totally free,

Even in so lowly a position,

I will do more than joyfully,

Rather than rule without conditions set upon me,

Oh there is one catch,

To rule elsewhere even with meaning,

Would simply mean No God to Lovingly worship,

Then lost it would be,

Causing me to loose my grip,

Of all reality,

Forget the fire & brimstone,

Dying without rest for eternity,

On the precipice of being undone,

Consistently,

Constantly,

Rather thinking of being without Christ is the worst for me,

All on my own All without Thee,

Living Dying without Love continually,

Is that only condition I cannot agree,

So stay on my path to be God’s janitor,

As I Love my Lord,

And no other banner!