Roses are red, and violets are blue,
The topic is green, and I havenít a clue.
With pleas for His mercy, and a heart full of hope,
I sit at the keyboard, and look like a dope.
I wonít write without You! My hopes can all fall,
I wonít write without You! Iíll write nothing at all.
I wonít write without You! The deadline draws neigh,
Would it impress You my Father if I started to cry?
He gave me no answer. No answer at all,
But I sensed He was smiling,
Which made me feel small.
I thought I should ask Him; I thought I should pray,
I thought I should ask Him; and hereís what Iíd say.
Should I write about frogs? Or crickets that sing?
Or moss covered logs or the jealousy thing?
Or green leaves and blind men receiving their sight?
O Lord I am straining; Iím trying to fight
The loss of Your inputómy heartfelt delight.
I closed the computer and said with deep sigh,
The Lord is my Sovereign, I gave it a try.
But laughter came quickly from somewhere unseen,
He thought I was funny; Heíd help me with green.
But loosen and lighten and laugh at yourself,
I AM your Sovereign,
You need nothing else.
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