| THE GIFT |
Heaven help us all down here In these painful troubled times I want so much to make a difference As I sit here scribbling rhymes What's my role in all of this? Please help me understand My soul's filled with uncertainty Reach out and take my hand I love this gift You've blessed me with But Your reason isn't clear Though these poems somehow seem to touch The hearts of all who hear I'm never sure just how it happens But once I start, they seem to flow And exactly what You want from me I'm still not sure I know... But one thing is beyond all doubt Most folks love the way I write And if good must conquer evil Can I inspire them for the fight? Could that be Your intention Lord? To reach people everywhere? Can these simple rhymes I scribble Show the world how much You care? I've written about the peace You bring About mercy, faith and love... Tried to show how much we need Your guidance from above And if these words cause anyone To forive, pray or repent Then my heart will truly know This verse is Heaven-sent! And Father, if my writing Could be used in such a way Then I would owe a mighty debt That I could never hope to pay For me, language is true magic Creating pictures out of air Nothing else can match its power Except, of course, for prayer Keep sending inspiration down And bless these poems we write Help them spread around the globe Leading people to Your light And if the saying that "The Pen Is mightier than the Sword" Is what You're trying to teach us all? Then count me in, Oh Lord......Amen |
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