December 11, 2022
In the twilight of years that I have that remain
The Lord’s blessed me with words that take root in my heart
Then transform into rhythm and rhyme in my brain.
I pray as I write them His love I impart.
It is hard to explain how this happened to me.
It’s been quite a journey to find what’s inside,
A mixture of feelings turned loose and set free.
The door to my soul I’ve now opened quite wide.
I have no regrets about words I have shared.
Giving others a look, somewhat scary at first,
I doubted if anyone else really cared,
But perhaps there’s a longing, a hunger, a thirst.
The Lord gave me peace and I overcame fear.
I pray they take root and bear fruit through the years.