Poetry

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holding my guitar
holding my pen
ready for words
as i travel within

my few chords i know
with my limited words
hold candles to shape
and my voice goes unheard

i sence You are listening
waiting
in beautiful hope
to form me
to mold me
to watch me let go

bringing inspiration to the writer
a brush to the paint
an artist is blessed
by His infinate grace

as i sit here my words
come from the heart of my soul
it isn't my story
He wants to be told

i pray for wisdom
i pray for release
for my weary old self
wants a canvas for me

i pray for knowledge
the story is Yours
my craft is to share
in a way to allure

i pray for courage
to give You the pen
to give You the glory
as i travel within

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