HAPPINESS

[verseode]

               

            Everyone longs for happiness
            But few possess it's fruit
            It's easier to wear a mask
            Than give away your suit
            As we are all self centred
            We care for number one
            Concerned with all our pressing needs
            No wonder we're so glum.

            The answer is to leave our nest
            Where we prefer to lie
            And look upon another's need
            As to ourselves we die
            Then all that inward, stagnant self
            Will turn into a place
            Where love and sympathy abounds
            Filled daily by His grace.