Stopping by the Park on a Sunny Day
What park is this? I think I know.
So this is where my taxes go.
I don’t know why I’ve never come
To watch the sun and warm wind blow.
My little car must think it’s queer
To stop without a Wal-mart near.
Between the sky and soft green grass,
Quietly hoping that God is here.
My cell phone buzzes, my heart sighs.
Just give me a minute, my spirit cries.
There’s only one sound I want to hear,
“Well done, child,” He says as I rise.
I long to stay and linger awhile
In this place so far, though it’s only a mile.
But there are kids to get and dinners to fix.
“I can be there, too,” I hear with a smile.
“I can be there, too,” I hear with a smile.
What park is this? I think I know.
So this is where my taxes go.
I don’t know why I’ve never come
To watch the sun and warm wind blow.
My little car must think it’s queer
To stop without a Wal-mart near.
Between the sky and soft green grass,
Quietly hoping that God is here.
My cell phone buzzes, my heart sighs.
Just give me a minute, my spirit cries.
There’s only one sound I want to hear,
“Well done, child,” He says as I rise.
I long to stay and linger awhile
In this place so far, though it’s only a mile.
But there are kids to get and dinners to fix.
“I can be there, too,” I hear with a smile.
“I can be there, too,” I hear with a smile.
I like it!
ReplyDeleteVery awesome! You inspired me girlie!
ReplyDelete"Hers a poet and nor hers knows it!"
"she is a poet, and now she knows it"
ReplyDeleteVery inspiring:)
I like it, too! Keep 'em rolling!
ReplyDeleteI like it, too! Keep 'em rolling!
ReplyDeleteWhat a FABULOUS poem! So glad the Lord inspired you to write it. :-)
ReplyDeleteMay He continue to bless your writing gift. Thanks for your ministry to all your readers. Your honest and fresh insights are a delight!
Joy to you in Jesus,
Mary Pierce