It's All the Lord
Some people ask exactly how
How I do what I do the best.
Listen really close; put your thinking cap on,
I’ll tell you and put your mind to rest.
They say that I have a way with words,
How they come out on paper with pen.
It all started ten years ago,
This is how it will all begin.
With a pen in my hand, and a rhyme in my heart,
God anointed this writer of His.
I started writing, and the next thing you know,
To God all the glory is.
Really, I’m quiet. I’m not one with words,
I don’t like to speak aloud, you see.
As God gives the words, I write them out
It’s my God given Ministry.
It’s really not this frail human,
That is writing of her own accord.
It may sound good, and it may sound nice,
But remember, it’s all the Lord!
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