Saturday, January 25, 2014

A Poem for You Lord

Dear God,

I love that my mind
Can think of a rhyme
In morning or night
Most often they're fine.

I love to read Suess
A most whimsical soul
He made up his own words
When no words would go.

A frontic, A muletone
A lungstat prolific
I could write all day
Pretend words terrific.

Yes, thank you dear Lord
For allowing in me
The gift to make rhymes
Create word harmonies.


{Daily Scripture Reading: Psalms 119:57-64}

You are my portion, Lord;
Psalms 119:57

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