Sometimes I think these eyes are mine
but such thoughts leave me far from fine
for seeking to fill my eyes is no way to live
they are gifts so their purpose is to give
Sometimes I think this tongue is for my speech
when I do I am the witness of satisfaction’s breach
this tongue for my words is no way to live
speech is for Your words only Your words give
Sometimes I think these hands are for taking
such thoughts betray I’m prone to peace forsaking
for hands that take are no way to live
these hands’ sole purpose is naught but to give
Sometimes I think these steps belong to me
such notions steal me from where I want to be
determining my steps is no way to live
don’t take these steps these steps I give
Bring Back the Poetry 