When I was younger I used to pray,
“Use my life Lord in any way.”
But inside my heart He heard me say,
“Here’s a list God. Pick away.”

A brook leads such a peaceful life;
never worry, never stride.
It glides along on natures arm;
exempt from pain, exempt from harm.

There is a place on every heart
where self can enter in.

A place that’s hidden in the dark;
an opening so thin.