August 30, 2021
Poems keep swirling around in my head,
Emerging from somewhere inside of my soul.
They come while I’m sitting or resting in bed.
It seems I’m not always the one in control.
I pray that I’m sharing God’s love from above,
Capturing truth as I’m writing each word,
Reflecting its essence and writing with love,
Attempting in lyrics to write what I’ve heard.
As I lyrically share and express what I learn,
I pray I’m effective and help others see
The love of the Lord is not something to earn.
The Lord paid the ransom for you and for me.
God’s Word still remains even pierced by a nail.
His love will forever endure and prevail.