I had no pulpit or platform -
No stage - (and couldn’t perform);
But I had words the Lord gave me,
They were mine to hoard.
But she said, “Oh, share them with the world,
The Lord will give you more!”
I had no idea I would tap
A world of ideas and words,
Much less that any would listen, for
Those close around hadn’t heard.
But she said, “I’ve a calling - I will do my part;
You just send what is in your heart!”
So, we started a mile together and
It was pure joy all the way!
The pencil and pad that were growing old
Got carried around every day!
And the Lord up above blest us both with great love -
He multiplied and divided!
He used all the mathematical ways
And kept us from getting one sided.
Slowly the fear of the laughter of scorn
Has faded and confidence steadies -
Who knows what the Lord will bring about?
We have opened up all the levies.
The water of Life can flow without fear
Of us hoarding this precious Love,
For as we open the levy to all
We open it from above!
