"Here I Sit"

Here I sit with pen in hand
Dreaming of God's promised land

I long to write and touch His heart
How do I know? What's my part?

It seems to me I cannot think
Unless inspired by His drink

Poetry is more by far than only rhyme
It's gotta come from the heart, ev'ry time

What inspires me to write?
It's Jesus Christ and His light

Spirit poems are my best
I usually struggle with the rest

Spend more time with God indeed
Pray and study and Bible read

Time with God must be time apart
From all else that pulls my heart

He must be first or not at all
But I've found myself against a wall

Give me axe and give me hammer
Lest I stop and start to stammer

God and heart to pen and paper
Then I'll bind it with a stapler