Bruce Mundhenke- A Poem

These Days

He called us
To call on Him,
He first loved
Before we ever did.

And in these days of darkness,
Filled with teachers teaching,
Even though we know,
We sometimes doubt.

Remember that first knowledge,
When the sword of truth
First pierced your heart,
Always keep that with you evermore.

These days,
There are so many players,
It's getting hard
To know the score.

These days,
It still feels good to love,
Take care
To never let your love grow cold.