I was not good at school, you know,
I could not pass exams,
But, how I can write Poems for you,
I do not understand.
Unless, the Words flow from HIM On High,
And is a Gift, HE grants to me,
Which gracefully I receive from HIM,
And am thankful that I please.
My flow of words are like a tap
Of water that dost flow,
Sometimes gushing, sometimes slow,
As HIS Thoughts into my Mind do go.
Why must I also think?
As these Words onto paper I write,
For HE commands that the effort is mine,
For to be only HIS, is not right.
HE created us with Minds to think,
Not to be parrots without a brain.
But also to listen to HIS Words,
Again, and again, and again.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 16 October 2005
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