The musings of my mind do wake
On yet another day.
HIS thoughts and poems to me make
They will not go away.
My words are from The Lord,
They are not mine at all,
I am aware alone that I,
Will write his thoughts, until I die.
Each morn when I awake,
The words come thick and fast,
The lines do rhyme, not all the time
But when they do, they last.
Without HIS help I'm lost
In all that I do do,
I put my FAITH in HIM
To guide me through all I do.
HE knoweth that I am
A mortal, only a man
Whose ways aren't always true
To the teachings HE has given to me and you.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 18 June 2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem