I love composing poetry
As I write my mind does free
The Lord gives my talents
Therefore they’re not of me
Give thanks for your talents
For the Lord is near
Don’t get too proud or cocky
Your gifts may disappear.
I love composing poetry
As I write my mind does free
The Lord gives my talents
Therefore they’re not of me
Give thanks for your talents
For the Lord is near
Don’t get too proud or cocky
Your gifts may disappear.