June 24, 1997
Attempting to be brilliant by writing poetry, Is not the brightest thought conceived, Nor will it ever be! For poetry gains nothing, But peoples fleeting thoughts. And if you pay the publisher, Your poems may be bought. But never-mind the medium, And all it's vanity. Just read the while, And without guile, I'll tell you what I see. A million thoughts all struggling, To gain supremacy. With great debate they all create, A monstrous symphony. But Jesus' words are different. And with great accuracy, The foolishness of godless thought, He shows for all to see. And in it's place is taught His grace, Endowed with liberty. And so to summarize this poem, With verse to take to heart. If Jesus guides your poetry, confusion will depart. |