My Sandbox

There are precious words buried deep In the sandbox where i play And like a grinning undertaker i exhume them And gently press them into page. They come to life in verse and rhyme Cryptic messages and parables are spawned They use me at their beck and call Ive become their willing pawn Why ive been chosen to spread their word Only God alone knows why But i give him thanks for these precious words Its a gift that makes me cry.