I can write poetry or prose;
Write as eloquently as all of those
Who’ve gone before and led the way.
Yet, in the purpose of each day
In the paper or with the pen,
A humbled heart, You won’t condemn.
You’ve shown me, Lord,
That the words more beautiful than any chord
Are words we utter on tear-stained pages.
Such words tear us from fear’s cages.
Such words remind us of eternity
And spring us into action for Your City.
The words that no one else will see.
The word that are just for You, from me.
©️2019 Rachel D. Lyne