Inside my very active mind,
Ideas in rapid succession ignite!
Searching for words to bind,
Coalesce; idea with feeling unite;
Expressions once born blind,
Mate in reason by words I write;
Share human wisdom I find,
An expression of self; often trite;
Words and lust left to grind,
Carnal onyx thought needs light;
Oh! Calm my overactive mind!
Satisfy my compulsion! To write,
Truth in poetic lines, un-bind!
Quieted mind enabled receive;
A truth lands lightly, as soft feather;
Stilled heart enabled to believe!
And held to Father by Spirit’s tether;
Should I fail to write I will grieve!
Suffer failure; and in ebony weather,
Face the fate unbelievers receive;
Writer’s joy is in surrender to Father!
His Words I’m unable to conceive;
Breathe into quieted mind no bother;
Wisdom by faith in Jesus, retrieve,
Save to encourage sister and brother;
Words for all whom willing, believe!
