Play
1/1/2025
One day I spend anxiety
The next day, p l a y !
Playing is when God picks me up
On His shoulder, like a sheep
Who lost her way again.
…………
I “baaaa, baaaa, baaaa…”
Moan “I’m lost and lonely…..”
Sheep are like that.
…………
Sheep are like that.
We muddle in trouble
Find a bird’s eye view.
Look at the eyes of my soul
P l a y with g r a c e !
jp
1/1/2025

Jan 01, 2025 @ 13:44:50
I like the fun of your poem.
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