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.

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.