Thank You

Goodness gracious!

What can this be?

The words just keep flowing

It’s not up to me

All’s I do is write them down

The more I write the more I see

Just gather them up

And hope they make sense

Is this my subconscious

Words deeply entrenched?

Do I really know

Of what I even write?

Who puts these words

In my swirling head at night?

Yet when I go to check them

Against what I know to be

The truth is there in bushels

His loving face I see

Who need I to thank

For this seemingly strange gift?

My Maker- My Creator

He’s causing my heart lift

Eloyce M Witzel

2/20/08