These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

When I'm Sad

When I'm sad a cup of tea,
and poetry makes well.
Writing seems the heart to free
in chosen words, that tell.

When I'm sad, it seems I've lost,
that good will never win,
but when I think "He paid the cost,"
I'm ne'ermore bound by sin.

When some bully overrides
the plans I had, today,
sadness now can make me hide
to sleep before I play.

When I'm sad I need to write,
restoring strong my voice.
Joy in Christ, my strongest might,
firm must be my choice.

When I'm sad my doubts begin.
I wonder where my words can start.
"Will I ever write, again?
Will He ever heal my heart?"

When I'm sad, I must needs stop,
and catch my breath posthaste.
Gladness, now, is not on top,
and far from my first taste.

When I'm sad, a cup of tea,
alone or with a friend,
'sreally a great need for me
to start my day to mend.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 30th, 2024