Build a pulpit on my heart,
So I may preach again,
A word of loving art,
With a stroke,
Of my own pen.
It's just a heart that beats,
Everything from deep within,
Bleeding into ink,
A voice that carries,
Through a pen.
Might they realize,
Understand,
Just what this is,
Given from on high,
A gift with a pen.
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