SALT
I know, there is salt, in the ocean,
And I know, there is salt, in the sea,
But where is the salt, in the Christian;
Or what is the measure in me.
Salt, with no savor, is so worthless,
There is no way, to salt it, again,
It is cast, to the ground, as nothing;
And trodden, under the feet, of men.
Salt of the earth - is our mission,
While, we serve, our tenure on earth.
Why do we stay void and empty;
Knowing salt, will cause folk, to thirst.
Why is the world never thirsty,
They've no desire, for a drink, from within,
My salt, was so scant, in my measure;
There was no way, I could salt them, or win.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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