December 22, 2020
Is this the day the well runs dry,
Or will I rhyme until I die?
I’m never sure there’s more to say,
But then a thought will come my way.
I sense the words are meant for me
But I don’t mind if others see.
It seems to help me when I share
Like when my lungs breathe clean fresh air.
Connecting feelings with my mind
Helps heart and soul stay intertwined.
The time I spend with God in prayer
Compels me more to write and share.
I pray the words of rhyme I write
Reflect God’s love and shine His light.
I pray as Christmas Day draws near
That every song you sing and hear
Will bring you joy and fill your heart
With love from God that won’t depart.