
Someone just contacted me and asked me about this poem I wrote a number of years ago.  I decided to repost it since it has been a while...
"Our friend Crawford Loritts did a radio broadcast on the Moody network one day and as I listened to a tape of that broadcast, the Lord began to prick my heart with the truth of that message.  How many times have I tried to convince others to adopt my convictions?  How often have I made others reside in an issue until they agree with my point of view?
 
 God sees us all as individuals each with our own address, a spiritual post office box if you will, and while He does send out bulk mailings, "Go ye therefore into all the world and make disciple", for instance, He also sends out notes meant only for me, written to challenge, encourage and correct.
  
 You handed me a letter 
 Just the other day
 And eagerly I opened it
 To see what it would say.
 
 I started with the intro,
 "My dear child," it said
 And it seemed to be appropriate
 So on and on I read.
 
 The more I read the stranger
 It did appear to be
 For all the names and places
 Were unfamiliar to me.
 
 Then I got down to the bottom
 And read it with a nod,
 Yes there is was signed in His blood ~ 
 "Forever yours, love God."
 
 Well, then I really was confused
 Or maybe just quite dense,
 Why would my "Daddy" write to me 
 Of things that made no sense?
 
 Then while I sat there thinking
 The envelope fell down
 And as I stooped to pick it up
 I read it with a frown.
 
 For suddenly the problem
 Was very clear to see ~
 The letter had been sent to you
 And wasn't meant for me!
 
 Because, although we're all adopted
 As His children, nonetheless,
 We're all at different places
 Each with our own address.
 
 And just because He sends you mail
 That really speaks to you,
 Unless He puts it in my box
 Don't make it my mail, too!"