poem

Wonder/Wander

I sometimes wonder left and right
I sometimes wander to the fight
I definately weaken and wilt without your sight
I always hold the fruit of a temptation, witholding a nibble or bite
Yea, I do bite, I sometimes devour and consume, I sometimes give in without the hint of a fight...

Yet, by grace
Yet, by love
Yet, by sacrafice

I am granted a new sight in a beautiful sunlight, I am able to wander, I am able to wonder. Yea, even ponder. All by your wonder with which you wander. You beautiful satellite.