To Allow

April 24, 2008

Nothing moves me this morning
As I sit and remember the past
A yawn escapes, then another
I’m trusting this feeling won’t last

To be forever uninspired
Is a thought I never possess
As I know the wondrous secret
My hand, God will ever bless

Inspiration dawns again
As I give the Spirit control
For I am but a scribe
To allow is my highest role

Type: Poetry

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