Nothing Else

I set my cares aside and think of God
and just how much He sits above the fray;
why He did bother to make me seems odd,
why doesn't He come down to me and say?

Yet if I try to keep an open mind,
all of creation shouts God is a given,
proof of His love is not so hard to find,
like He has often promised me His heaven.

What God asks me seems hard and yet so good,
to focus less on me and more on Him;
to skip the fun of sin--I know I should,
to act in serious ways, not out of whim.

O God, it's difficult to follow You,
yet truly I don't know what else to do.

                            -- by Pete Voelz          12/06