OIL

[verseode]

                 

      How much oil is in your sump   
      Are you heading for a bump   
      Do you keep your levels high   
      Or flicker meekly with a sigh   
      Does the thought of seeking God   
      Slow your canter to a plod   
      Scared of moving off your perch   
      Quivering in the pew at church   
      Are you frightened to let go   
      Let the thermals through you flow   
      Leap into the great unknown   
      Just in case you’re tossed and blown   
      Seek The Lord with all your might   
      Bring The Father into sight   
      Time is rushing by, my friend   
      Hope you’re ready, at the end.