words
are slippery and
easily find places to hide
there is no magic
to conjure or
pull them out of a hat
my only secret
is release
and surrender
to His call
my hand moved by His
I am the goblet
not the wine
holding only what He provides
tilt me
pour me out
My heart is stirred by a noble theme
as I recite my verses for the king;
my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
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As we travel on the road our Lord has placed before us, it's nice to meet a friend along the way. Thank you for stopping to leave a few or many words, I'm always interested to read your thoughts.
blessings and love,
in His service,
in the fire,