Words are living
And never sleep
They work my heart
And make me weep.
Oh, precious Lord
Look to my soul
Help me write
To let it go.
Be still, my heart
Take a deep breath
That words may live
Long after death.
I cannot know
Nor do I see
How what I pen
Follows me.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
What I Pen
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Wednesday, December 04, 2013
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