IF MY PEN WERE MAGIC
I was once told my pen must be magic,
I assure you those words were wrong.
For life today wouldn't seem so tragic
If I could change it with a song.
The first word I'd write would be Peace,
That brotherly love be felt by all.
All violence in the world would cease,
As would fear in soft footfall.
Hope would be the very next word,
That all may hold a dream.
One they could follow, self-assured,
Ambitious eyes agleam.
I'd probably write Faith after that,
The evidence of things not seen.
That none might question where we're at
All truths holding serene.
The last thing I would write about
Would probably be Love .
Not the kind you fall in or out,
The kind you'll only find above.
That all may know "magic" within,
That all may laugh and smile.
That the world stand in unison
Every life seen as worthwhile.
But words are mere words, I'm just a man,
My pen will soon run dry.
But to know Peace, Hope, Faith, Love - His plan
There lies a magic that'll never die.