My grandpa was a laborer
On a dairy farm
He gathered eggs
And milked the cows
He started before dawn

The milk was pasteurized
Before it left the barn
But we held some
To drink for lunch
And some we had to churn

Churning is the process
Of solidifying milk
It agitates
And then creates
Butter in its place

The Word of God within us
Must be stirred up inside
When churned about
It brings results
That help us to survive

Stir up the gift within you
Make sure it’s shining bright
Then witness here
And then afar
So all can see the light

In response to the daily prompt Churn

We live our lives from day to day
We go about our work and play
We laugh and joke with words we say
Not knowing what they do

So often words that we will speak
Will open wounds within the weak
Their toxic sound makes hearers weep
In quiet solitude

I come to you this Easter morn
I pray that your words will be warm
That they will not bring any harm
To those you meet today

Guard carefully the things you say
Make sure they never bring dismay
May only good words be your way
From now forevermore

In response to the daily prompt Toxic

There seem to be more labels
On the stuff we buy today
I just cannot get over
The message they convey

A jar of peanuts warning
That peanuts here reside
A shirt that says don’t iron
While you are still inside

There is one label needed
On life that I don’t see
Make sure you trust in Jesus
Before death swallows thee

In response to the daily prompt Warning

This world is a quite often cruel
A place where our trust meets the test
We reach out in love
Then feel a quick shove
Pushing away all our best

Then others will be nice to you
They will speak gentle words so kind
But just turn your back
They take those words back
You’re betrayed by their words in due time

When we follow Jesus He loves us
With a love that is tender and true
We can trust in Him
Through thick and through thin
He’ll never once betray you

In response to the daily prompt Betrayed