Ten small minutes for a verse.
How could anything be worse?
Showing off attempted gift?
Knowing flaws the longer list.
How could anything be worse?
Showing off attempted gift?
Knowing flaws the longer list.
Sunday morning calls to me.
Silent voice engenders plea.
Something more from deep inside.
"Something more" lest spirit die.
Well-worn meter serves the rhyme.
Forcing shape of every line.
Is this worth the being heard?
Is it only self to serve?
Yes, and yes the answer be.
Dual is not all you see.
Needy minds would bifurcate.
Healthy answer combinates.
Ten short minutes leave me bare.
Dare to land the verse in spare.
Knowing it's in God I live.
Happy He is here to give.
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