M's Poetry
Trials
These trials oh my Lord soon will be over
The river of the devil's ride runs muddy and cold
You know it chills the body but not the soul
it's never too late to seek your forgiveness
as long as there is air to breath
my hope still is afloat
it still is weathering out in the sea
I've got a little black book
but it's not what you are thinking
beyond the ink spells my own liberty
all these seeds will eventually become trees
and if living were a thing that money could buy
you know the rich would live and the poor would die
but thank you dear Lord for not running your affairs
just like this old battered twisted world
for when the trumpets sound
and the finally bell rung...I know deep in my heart
that it doesn't matter what I did
or what I don't have
my trials will surely be over.
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
The river of the devil's ride runs muddy and cold
You know it chills the body but not the soul
it's never too late to seek your forgiveness
as long as there is air to breath
my hope still is afloat
it still is weathering out in the sea
I've got a little black book
but it's not what you are thinking
beyond the ink spells my own liberty
all these seeds will eventually become trees
and if living were a thing that money could buy
you know the rich would live and the poor would die
but thank you dear Lord for not running your affairs
just like this old battered twisted world
for when the trumpets sound
and the finally bell rung...I know deep in my heart
that it doesn't matter what I did
or what I don't have
my trials will surely be over.
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop