A Talk With My Savior

My creative juices drying,

From the heat of life’s pace

Body beat and tiring

From the distance of the race

 

Just a gentle spark needed

 To relight the torch

So I sit and talk with my Savior

 On the front porch

 

Sometimes succumbing

To the rough daily grind

My inner spirit screams for rest,

A chance to unwind

 

My soul seeks serenity

A chance to be still

So I sit and talk with my Savior

On the side of the hill

 

 Better than anything

In a time of strife

Providing some insight

 To a needed way on life

 

A chance to smile

To unburden my load

 I walk and talk with my Savior

Along the mountain road

                                 niz

 

                                                                                                                                                               

– niz

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