I will write about You,
With my last breath I would.
Your Hand's upon my pen,
Your Words in mind again.
Tried to veer away from it,
Tried some drama and some wit,
But You are so persistent,
Gave the score for my content.
You will not let me go,
I plant Your Words, they will grow
In hearts of hardened soil so barren,
You draw them in, the souls of men.
Now is the time, now is the season,
To write Your Words that is the reason
This gift was given, it's for You.
Until the end...I will write about You.
'For it is God Who works in You, to will and to do according to His good purpose.'
Philippians 2: 13
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
June 5,2009
Philippines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this. It is very similar to my 'Soapbox Preacher' poems, especially 'I am a Soapbox Preacher' and 'Onward, Soapbox Preachers'. I consider it my mission to write for the Lord and His Word! Very good word usage. Write on! ! !