He Will Always Feed
Conclusion I came to in middle of the night;
In writing my poems I do delight
And God my each finger does guide;
In His Son Christ I always confide.
Holy Ghost has control over me;
Is in fog which is over the sea
And can find Ghost in every cloud;
Works way in and out of every crowd.
They together make up the Trinity;
Cannot be measured and are infinity
And with them all I have agreed;
Enjoy His food that He has to feed.