I feel inspired to write, but not all the time.
It seems like it comes on me when I’ve got a lot on my mind.
The inspiration takes over, and flows from my hands.
The words are like a symphony orchestrated by my command.
The words pour out onto the paper and truly astonish me.
Everything that is within me comes from my Father, it is He.
I may not reach nobles, presidents, or such.
My words are meant to reach those who read them, and feel His touch.
Every word I say, every word I write bring Him glory, be His delight.
For only then will I be satisfied, pleased, and fulfilled, knowing I’ve allowed His light to shine bright.
You Made Me Beautiful AA 