Even on a Gentle Day
Even on a gentle day,
A fragile peace can melt away.
Overcome by thoughts of sin
That fester, hidden, deep within.
No other man can ease your pain,
No woman set you free,
If in that place you lose yourself
To what was or what could be.
Focus on what is right now,
Count blessings — every one.
The future is an open page —
The past has all been done.
The only one to help you from
The quicksand of your mind.
The one who knows your every thought -
Whether cruel or kind.
The only one to rescue you
From that miry clay —
Can only pull you out when you ask
"Lord help me to pray".
© 2003 Jackie Pope