If it's sung into the air,
It can reach many people,
It can go anywhere.
If it's a song of praise and joy,
That comes from deep within,
Be it loudly sung or gently hummed,
It then becomes a hymn.
A poem is never wasted,
If it's written from the heart,
True, it may expose the poet,
And reveal his inner part.
But it can provide for others,
Thoughts or words they'd like to say,
Release something deep inside them,
And soothe them in some way.
A prayer is never wasted,
Though quick replies aren't always seen,
God answers when He's ready,
In the manner that He deems.
Prayers may be prayed with others,
Or whispered softly all alone,
Their fashion doesn't matter,
Nor their volume nor their tone.
And love is never wasted,
Though it may not be returned,
Better to have loved and lost,
Than not give love a turn.
To love one another,
Is the greatest of God's laws,
And it is His plan for man,
Regardless of man's flaws.
Songs and poems and prayers and love,
None are wasted - no, not one,
Though few are printed or recorded,
And some even left undone.
But of all these fine expressions,
By far, love is the best,
No way can it be wasted,
It is the basis for the rest.
Ginny)Ellis~
Copyright © 2002
by: Robert (
Bobby) Millar
Schönau Germany
Growing old is a privilege denied to many so never waste the opportunity to tell "Someone", you love them!
Love You