You, me, and poetry

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Woke up this morning feeling like I need more of You
My prayer life hasn't been on point
Lord, I'm just telling You the truth
I have so much on my mind sometimes
I don't know where to start
Closing my eyes
Folding my hands-scratch that
I'm coming from the heart
I write this poetry not for people to see
I write this poetry because it sets me free

You've given me a gift
And people may not understand
I don't write poetry just because I can
You made the blind see
You made the lame walk
You gave me poetry
And now I can talk
Communicate
Interact
And pray

Talk to You freely
Communicate independently
Interact knowingly
Praying fervently

You, me, and poetry
A divine connection
You, me, and poetry
Keeps me in subjection

Woke up this morning feeling like I need more of You
Woke up this morning just so I could write to You