My pen… it’s disabled.
It has ink.
It is in a capable hand,
and is in the hand of a writer…
a good writer, a gifted writer, God’s writer,
and yet it cannot write.
This writer has words, profound words,
a flood of thoughts that are drowning me out,
but I seem to have a gate or wall
blocking the flow of my pen.
Does it matter to anyone that I can’t?
Does anyone really want to read it?
Does anyone really need to read it?
Does it really need to be written?
My soul is crying, “Yes, please, I can’t breathe!”
I need to get these things out,
yet no one but me and God knows what they are.
Does God care if I get them out or not?
I think He does or else He would not speak them to me.
God, help me to do with these words and thoughts
as You want me to do,
that I might serve You
and give You all the glory.
Praise You for the word.
4-11-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)