The Spirit of David

The Spirit of David

I often watch the beauty of a rising sun
And then again in the setting of the same
Many words captured inside my mind only to escape my hand
While listening for a melody in everything that God has made
Like the strings of a violin, or a snare drum and ride
A still portrait of a leaf carrying the morning dew
Up above my head solar poetry satisfies my soul
With the splendid rhyme of a heavenly view

I love to watch how a story unfolds in my mind
With the simple glimpse of a camera's pride
When I close my eyes and I gently drift away
Into the world of a skillful musician’s play
The sensitivity inside of me
Covered up by a natural masculinity
I'm no less a man; I hope you understand
There's just the spirit of David inside of me

John L. Donelson
Prodigal Son Productions
Copyright © 2000

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