OIL

      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.