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
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