Sometimes I sit and stare
At the blank page before me there
I think, What shall I write today?
Do I have anything worthy to say?
Something forming or stirring in my brain
I can express in whatever, clever way
An idea I’ve not yet used, or just a nudging thought this day
God, let the words now come and flow
Upon my page and pour, like rain
And if it be, please let them find
A receptive heart or open mind
And may they be just what one needs
To lift one’s spirit, encourage, hope or strength
And my words not found in vain.
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Joyce E. Johnson © 2015
