The Poet Princess
The Princess wrote her poems down...
Each on a parchment scroll...
Sometimes she'd laugh, sometimes she'd frown,
Sometimes she'd lose control!
'It's true my writing sweetly flows
And pleases finer folk
And yet I seek 'God's Perfect Prose'
Of which my teachers spoke!
I must confess I need His Love
To open up my eyes...
I need to emulate the dove
Who speaks with gentle sighs...
Almighty God, please guide my hand
That I might mighty be...
That I might truly understand
This Gift of Poetry! '
Her Christian prayer pleased God so much!
He blessed her there and then!
He kissed her brow and heart did touch
And said, 'Let’s start again...'