There is a vein that we can tap
Where the spirit flows
Where there is a ready pen
A conduit for His prose
To tell of the Almighty
Nothing can compare
There is joy for the workers
Keeping in His care
No writers block or sudden shock
It just isn't there
His glory goes on forever
He will not give it to another
Who will tell of His might
The One: like no other.
There is a Word
Creations call
To many sounds absurd
But with the pen of grace
His Word can bring healing to our world.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2023 07:40
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Comments2
Good write 2. I'm saving ink, not writing the 781. lol.
That makes sense, thanks again.
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