by Mary Kelso
Lord my mind and heart do beat
With one resounding theme
To waste not all my days and nights
On cares that will not lean
Amid so much of daily life
I find I am confined
To bleats of discontent and greed
That seek to spoil my mind
So here I rest my troubled soul
Take captive all that’s cold
And leave in me the warmth of truth
That would my heart enfold