HOW MANY READ MY LINES
by J. Randal Matheny
How many read my lines I'll never know,
Or if they quickly scan or read them slow,
For few, so few, will ever leave a note
To say they stopped for truths that I promote;
Nor can I say if they were touched within,
Where only God's invisible Spirit has been;
As fingers click to advance the restless soul
And opinions quick to vote from poll to poll.
Although my frequent posts have paltry views,
'Tis mine this task to write and tell Good News;
As few below there be who're moved or stirred,
There's One above who reads my every word.
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