Don't try to impress me.
L E T I T F L O W!
Words disperse like raindrops
on the hot desert
Little is know about where they go
Or how they got there,
But the parched Earth hungrily soaks up the moisture just the same.
I myself am that parched Earth.
Every sweet morsel,
Flows to my lips like milk and honey;
The Lord provides.
Let your words be His provision.
Copyright Daniel Arnold 2001 & 2002.