The Gift of the Pen

If I stood at a podium,
I’d stutter and sputter to no end,
Words would trip and tumble—
So He gave me the gift of the pen.

When my voice fails to carry
What my soul longs to say,
Ink becomes my witness,
And the page clears the way.

Through quiet lines and patience,
Truth flows steady then—
God speaks loud through silence
When He gives a soul the pen. ✍️📜

2Co 12:9  And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop