I may not dust everyday or vacuum the floors,
I may not put up the mail, or do other chores,
I may not have donuts around, or coffee made,
But I will always welcome you, the fridge we can raid.
I’m just a visitor on this earth, but a home I have been given,
It’s mine and yours till we’re called to heaven.
So come on by and enjoy with me,
A life of freedom, from worries we flee.
A friend in need is a friend indeed,
Let me try and share your cares without greed.
Together we can agree, that it will work out,
Together we will unload our bags of doubt.
Now that you know I am not perfect, please admit to the same,
Come on over and feel no shame.
We are dust from the earth, don’t try to wipe us clean,
We need our bodies to live out our domain.
We do our own showering with soap and cloth,
Our bodies are clean, we muzzle our cough.
We trust our inside is just as clean,
Though some may doubt, our insides are also seen.
So now you have my welcome request,
I hope you will accept, cause God knows best.
I will sweep off my porch and wash my glass door,
But I promise I will do no more.
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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