Alone, waves of imagination
Dancing in silence, place of peace;
Turns out to be boring.
Alone, annoying mind treats you to illusion;
Even nonsense from left to right of your brain
Takes time to cavil, alone.
Alone, can take a chance
For you to concentrate,
Focusing on your field,
That is the main reason to be; alone.
Alone, don't waste your mind;
Thinking so broadly,
As a white space and dull; alone.
Alone, is what I have now.
But thanks to being my God,
The goodness of Jesus,
Dwells a rhyming spirit of holiness
Within my heart.
Alone, just being alone with
The Love of Jesus.
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