by: Shirley Satterfield
Poetry’s Key 🔑
The Lord has marked me for life, somehow,
For first He baptized me
Into the wrath of man,
And then into His amazing love,
And then He sent a wolf,
And then He sent a dove.
He filled me full of poetry-
Then gave me poetry’s key
To open the door to let out the wolf
And set man’s wrath Scott free.