My poems are the tiles I use to to stand upon
and to walk across the bridge I build-
one at a time, I place them in line
all the time, from now to my last breath
I speak of Jesus, He is the Christ Divine
Do you See yet?
My words design my tiles each time
through abstraction or rhyme-
Jesus is in every line!
My way to show Him I love Him-
I never look up much, I am too low to the ground
I am ashamed of my sinning soul,
that weighs me down.
Regretful, repentful I still shy in sin
I have so many more tiles to lay-
this path I see, a bridge of poems
for Him by me, a simple man who wants to live forever
and still I sin everyday? who am I anyway?
spanning my troubles across this life of mine-
I am heading in my prayers to His Home..
with my big bag of poems.