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



 This Pen by Ronhales                                                                                                                                         Jeremiah 31:33-34

                                                                                                                                                                        Psalm 45:1

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