My Pen Is Dry

My pen has dried, my brain it’s fried

There is no ink, I cannot think

The words are gone, the rhyme is wrong

I want to write, but it’s such a fight

I say a prayer and you meet me there

I always knew you would come thru

You never fail when I am frail

All because you took that nail

Thank you, Lord you paid the bail.

Amen