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The Study

The Study

It is the smallest room, but in a sense,
         the controls of my residence.

I invited Jesus to the study of my mind;
         feeling uncomfortable in what He might find.

I felt disgrace, even red-faced -
         pure eyes glancing through my bookcase.

Admitting it needed some cleaning;
         He agreed there was much I shouldn't be reading.

Throwing away magazines, books, and all;
         leaving only His image on my mind's wall.

A half-century (and sixty-six books) later I can say,
         Christ is in my study to stay.


Quihadi