Were that I were a better poet
Could that I could spread a picnic
tablecloth on grass and
invite you all to sit
and share God’s love like
watermelon.
Would that I would
answer all your questions
see souls surrender
and watch His love
light up your eyes.
Were that I were a better poet
Can that I can
act in His walk
talk with His talk,
my own faulty gait
like an arrow
or a signpost.
Could that I could point you the way
were that I were a better poet.
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