Take my dark spots,
To bring harmony into my life,
To free me from discord and strife.
Adjust the spots and dots in such a way,
That I will learn not to go astray.
Draw the lines of separation,
I need to know in preparation.
Of all the rests that. you will give,
As I came to you, my sins to forgive.
In all my dreams and aspirations,
Fill my heart with melodic inspiration.
Marjorie Searles
April 23, 1982
No comments:
Post a Comment