Minty sweetness on the tongue
That rides a pale white horse
Through the psyche that we hold
Or holds us as we clench our fists.
Have a goodness not your own
This is what I say to you
I know you didn’t ask from me
But this is what I do.
Please be well and trust the Lord
I know sometimes it’s hard to do
You’ll find your way with His strong hand
This, we know, is true.