Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll lay;
Don’t let the waves carry me away.
 
When the sun comes up,
a passer by may pick me up.
Turn me into his masterpiece,
on his mantel...ready to please.
 
Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll stay.
Don’t let the waves carry me away.
 
A bird could perch on me...
to rest before his journey.
South bound it might be;
North bound on the contrary.
 
Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll stay;
Don’t let the waves carry me away.
 
And when a passer by
decides to light me for his fire,
I will surrender with grace...
Because You My Lord, bid my ways.

(20150501)

A thought about how someone's life could touch another's...in God's grace...

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Imrogue
over 5 years

I am so humbled and honoured . Thank you!

lowercasemmmmmm
over 5 years

excellent piece

Imrogue
over 5 years

Thank you, Robert! I really appreciate your very nice comment. :)

Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

Wow!!! You sure are a hard worker

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