I’ve never been a writer
Or a poet for that matter,
The words don’t come from me.

The stories come to me
From I don’t know where
To write a story.

As with every gift
It is for others
And not myself.

In my stories and poems
My testimony of the Giver of Gifts
And His gospel shine through.

As imperfect as I am
So it is with what I write
But the intent is there.

So I feel compelled
That I must share my gift
With anyone who might care.