Words are hiding in the corners of my mind
But each time I approach they hear my steps and flee
“Let’s go…He wants to write more poetry!” I hear them call
Their soundless footsteps traceless almost on my mind’s recall

Adjectives…arrogant and strong…demand that they belong
Only in the last two lines or so…they like to make a show
And think that verbs are low compared to them
Of course they are only being silly
For often all they do is gild the lily

Lord…I’d like to see these words as friends…I know it all depends
On how they’re placed one with the other
Or else I’m sure to get in bother
That’s why I ask

Send You’re Holy Spirit and instill in my elusive friends
Your will
For then I know for sure that harmony will accrue
Message and meter will flow fast and free
No longer shall I find I must pursue for if they are my friends they’ll come to me

Wherever they are hid without the need to bid them come
Out from my mind’s recesses they’ll appear
Offering voluntarily to change and re-arrange with one another
Then how my heart will sing…in knowing that when placed in line by grace
My friends are sure to glorify the King