A Poem About Words

Words that spring like flowers from the lips

May vary in degrees of eloquence,

Floating on the mind like sailing ships;

Wind will drive, but words will steer the course of events.

How Do I Know There’s a God?

How Do I Know There’s a God?

I did not give myself my giftings;

I did not choose to give myself the ability of choice.

My parents didn’t teach me to understand what faith is;

It wasn’t by my word that I was born with voice.

Carnal creatures know carnal things,

Such as violence, and questions, and pleasures;

So my carnal self cannot itself be

Where I’ve gotten these spiritual treasures.