July 7, 2020
If I don’t write a rhyme today,
Will it impact the world some way?
I’ll still spend time with You in prayer.
But what will change if I don’t share?
I’ve written now so many times,
Perhaps I’ve shared enough in rhymes.
The rhymes are short and seldom long,
They’re lyrical but not a song.
The words are simple, from the heart,
Where do words go, once they depart?
I toss my pebbles in a pond,
I get to see it change, respond.
But cast a rock into the sea,
It disappears, it’s gone from me.
I pray a few sprout wings and fly,
Draw focus Lord to you on high.