Imperative

(9-8-04 Nashville, TN 11:45PM)

Over and over
I recite my next line
Sometimes I pretend to be a poet
And begin to rhyme

Words captured from outer space
Imprisoned in black ink
Bound by a sentence
Hoping to make a link

Between the realms of life
The physical and spiritual schemes
Explaining the Way and Truth
And a life of Heavenly dreams

To ponder on my end
Relaxes and causes me to spell
JESUS MY SAVIOR
Exclaiming His endless well

One day soon, I’ll see
Though questions fill my mind
What is imperative to Him
Is the beginning of the next line.