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The birth of my writing |
Laboring, birth pains imprisoned within Awaiting disclosure a first word to pen Moving in rhythm, hands seeking a key To unlock unfound pleasure a new world to see I ponder and wonder what is on the outside I eagerly await a different sentence to write In darkness I look for a symbol or sign That lets me know once and for all when it's time I long to inspire to share and express What it means to be present, alive and blessed To help others with questions, answers finding In the pages of a book which ever is unwinding The birth of an infant what joy to make known The scribble for sages to interpret unbound. Thank you God for the birth of words yet unseen The beauty for all ages in flesh so serene The word made made flesh has come to my home Revealing that I and all persons are nonlinger alone Thank God for the message that speaks of such grace I can not wait to hold the babe in tender embrace There are words for all eternity longing to arrive Hope for life beyond death, so glad to be alive I rejoice in a song that is stored in my lungs May all who know the Word ever be young I am so glad gave me ability to put thoughts on paper To share fertile emotions about love for a savior One day my life will be done, may my words lead to heaven The unsaved and the lost now revelling foreverl |