March 16, 2021
I search the stillness for a soft refrain,
The words rise gently ‘til they reach my brain.
My soul is fragile when it’s in my hands
I seek the Lord long to know His plans.
I seldom know what’s ahead of me.
The future’s God’s, not for me to see.
The words I write I pray please the Lord.
May others know, feel His blessings poured.
The Psalms with songs I can read each day,
Instill in me words I long to say.
I praise the Lord I can share my heart,
Knit words in verse, help my day to start,
A daily journal in the form of rhyme
To mark my journey as I write each line.
I share my heart; pages form a book.
I pray the words bless the ones who look.