My Problem.

Lord, I have a problem, so I am here again
I’ve puzzled and I’ve pondered and it’s rattling my brain
It’s about the poems we’ve written that really came from You
I post them to my blog site for it seemed the thing to do.
I know Your message would bless the person who will heed
Do I throw more money at it in the hope someone will read?

Do I file what we have written and hide it in the ground
And be condemned for talents hidden underground?
Dear Lord, You know my future and I am in that plan
And You have chosen me although You know just what I am
So please just open doors that I should walk on through
And shut tight all the others so I know just what to do.

W.B. March ‘14