Mute the phone’s ringer, busy being a private singer, lifting my heart’s load behind closed doors.
Praising Jesus for another day and night, strength to be humble and fight, his word my delight.
Negativity chased out open windows, hope invited I’m tickled like shy exposed toes, when we remember we’re friends, not foes.
He who refreshes will be refreshed, laughter instead of compressed stress, only way out of this mess, is less and less of me I’m blessed, in God.
Easy and hard days come then go, sooner or later I will know, how my life is just a vapor, one sentence scribbled on paper, quickly over but while I’m able, thank and praise God.
I don’t want to dwell on my problems plus the stress of it all is keeping eyelids alert, I’ll cast my cares on him and learn of his goodness and my worth, in him.
Mute the phone, cut the television off, fold my hands and pray, sway singing a new song, God’s loving-kindness is forever long.
What are you thinking about after reading this?