I Write of Things
I write of things that I believe
I’m our father’s son
So I try to make good of the bad
Use the things I’ve done
To try help others understand
Open their eyes to see
That the Lords forgiving love
Is beautiful and free
The Lord brought me to this place
This is where I belong
I love to listen to the music
As it plays my song
My song has gone from Heavy Metal
To a ballad soft and low
More important than spreading the seeds
Is loving them as they grow
I just woke up if you have happened
to read my other poem and I feel a
lot better now. I've decided to keep
my appointments if it's not to late so
I have to run. I sure love you all.
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