Better Equipped - Poem by Mark Heathcote
God played a wicked trick on me
Giving me a poetic spirit a poetic heart
But not the brains to learn or store
What others would look better equipped for
God, there's been times I've hated you
Deeply, God forgives me. I love you
It's thanks to you; I live in a digital age
That's helping to lift the voice of a sage.
God, you played a trick on me
Know it's me thanking you for all that
For all that, I've endured loving you.
Know it's me thanking you from my heart
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