Swore's In Store Poem by Adam Thoms

You said like a flower we all will wilt away,
While Your stalk grows taller, so with You's where I lay,
In Your field of flowers that never wilt away,
I count the hours 'til I can hear You say.

'Yeah you messed up,
yeah you dropped the ball,
yeah you spilled the cup,
yeah you missed my call,
but gave your all that I swore is in store
all I swore is what faith's for.'

Yeah I've been greedy but that was just a passing fad,
cause you said give to the needy everything I had,
So, I give freely no longer lavishly clad,
Cuz that's what really makes You glad.

I can't wait to hear you say

'Yeah you messed up,
yeah you dropped the ball,
yeah you spilled the cup,
yeah you missed my call,
but gave your all that I swore is in store
all I swore is what faith's for.'

Get up on your feet it's time to meet your maker not some faker.

You said that love is like a mustard seed,
it starts so small then grows like a weed,
doesn't stall for fall, winter, or greed,
a gift of above, lovers take heed.

I can't wait to hear you say:

'Yeah you messed up,
yeah you dropped the ball,
yeah you spilled the cup,
yeah you missed my call,
but gave your all that I swore is in store
all I swore is what faith's for.'