Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
And blesses us;
The work we choose should be our own,
God leaves alone.
My pen is poised, what shall I write,
The mind is 'dark', it needs some light,
Some 'inspiration' would be enough
To trigger the fingers and do a rough
However the battle is ended,
Though proudly the victor comes
With fluttering flags and prancing nags
And echoing roll of drums.
Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,
Is inspiration, eager to pursue,
But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,
Who gives herself to him who best doth woo.
I wake up to a beautiful morning
Each time your image comes to mind
When all else fails
The Economists look to
The alphabets for inspiration
Will the economic recovery be V shaped?
LIFE of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophet’s word
And the People’s liberty!
I am inspired by the thoughts
That race inside my head.
I am inspired by the emotions
Of my heart, when broken.
First you must pick your molehill, now here's a tip
The smaller the better, tinier than the tiniest microchip
From this speck you can conjure mountainous masses
Of soaring peaks dropping into bottomless crevasses