Oh my gosh, I'm not that good
I would have to sit and pray before my words could be heard
As you see, God is my writer
I just sit and listen with my typewriter
I love to write and wish I could articulate
Every thing on my mind into poems, oh that would be great
Thoughts into words, words that would rhythm
Paper in hand, pen just going as if no time
Flowing endlessly for others to hear
Gods words finally being heard in a way many could bear
This is my dream, this is me
I believe God allows this to be
Even right now, as you read this poem
These are not my words but of His and He brings them home
Home where they are kept safe and used in His way
That when the time is right one could then relay
A message of dreaming, a message of hope
That when you seek Him, the words just float
To the tip of my tongue, I speak for Him
I accept the words as though it's a hymn
If only you would choose to listen.
You don't have to be a Christian
He says "My words are meant to bring light
even in the middle of the night.
Comfort those hurting, hold those dying.
I will give eternal life even to those in hiding
Come out I say
This is your day"
Not every day will a poem move you like so
Don't miss this opportunity to let God and let go
If you are a Christian this is all making sense
To the unbeliever I probably sound relentless
I'm sorry that is not the point here
Just bringing a message of hope, please do not fear
Again these are not my words but the words of the Father
I just gather all His thoughts as I sit with my typewriter
I have said enough, I will bring this to an end
And allow God to be God as He reaches out his hand
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Much love - Cassie