Treasure Island

Garrett Westcott


This Is A Poem


A poem that will make you try
To try and wash the blues away
Maybe not tomorrow
Maybe not today
But in the end
It will keep your tears at bay
Why do you fret?
Why do you worry?
If you don't find the path
Trouble will find you in a hurry
The trouble with trouble
Is that it's double the trouble
When it's not in the hands of the Lord
So give your life to Jesus
There must be a thousand reasons
To walk through this open door
The Savior of many
Shines brighter than a penny
Minted in the year of the Lord
So go hear His words preached
They are better than a peach
Grown in the orchard
On heaven's bright shores

(2014)

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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