Various times

by Pauly Hart

More often than not,

Have I ever once thought,

I would be in a place such as this.

And at various times,

With the wind through the chimes,

I could love you so much more than this.

Though you knew me the same,

Knew my faults and my gains,

Even the split hairs on my head.

I sure love you my Lord,

As the strings on a chord,

play your sweet tune in my head.

Copyright 2010 by pauly hart