It’s not that my thoughts roam
when I’m sitting, writing a poem.
Thoughts are quite specific,
which I think is terrific.
When they are about
I want to shout
hallelujah to the Lord
singing in one accord
with angels from on high
my voice rising past the sky.
There is a great connection
Jesus is my perfection.
In Him I will know
the way of the flow,
when I am all done
it will honor the Son.