T H I S   P E N 

 

 

 

 


          What brings worthiness to this pen?

          Words mean nothing unless spoken or

                   written properly

 

          Does this hand inscribe these words without thought?

          How can beauty be described by one who knows it not?

 

          The essence of ourselves is what comes to these pages

          The words are valued only if the heart is sincere

 

Fill my heart 

Guide my hand 

Direct my pen 

Produce your words

 

Nothing is complete without you O Lord

Emptiness is even lacking its dread

if Your existence was not known

 

Be my composer and create the praises to lift unto You

 

Unite Your melody with this pen and secure its glory to You

Forever

                                                                                                            Selah   

 This Pen by Ronhales                                                                                                                                         Jeremiah 31:33-34

                                                                                                                                                                        Psalm 45:1

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