Lord As My Light Poem by Adam Thoms

I teeter toward
Being a believe bored
Wielding my Bible: sword
With a hoard of verses stored
Only when I cut the cord
Do I see poverty is on my accord.

I took a walk in the park with the Lord as my light.
I took a walk after dark with the Lord as my light.
And he said, 'Draw a chalk outline of your old life,
And take a sip of mine where no good goes in strife.'
Then I said, 'God, what's your plan for me? '
And he said, 'Boy, take my hand and watch as you become a man.'

When the teacher swore
My head was out the door
Onto something more
Like what are we fighting for?
Shouldn't we settle the score?

With the poor and sick
It's not forensic.
They're just poor and sick
War's a trick.

All I have to give are my actions
Minus my infractions
Divided by distractions
Brew to satisfaction.