Thursday, November 22, 2012

This Is When I Panic.

This is when I panic. My mind is just a blank
My pen is frozen out of time; my thoughts won’t fall in rank
I write a few words nervously; will the Spirit really come?
Without Him I am nothing and nothing I have done.

The Spirit brings no message. Have I discouraged Him?
Did I lose the lines or step out of line? Could it be hidden sin?
I’ll write no words without You for You control my pen
I’ll search Your Word for wisdom; dear Spirit, will I find You then?

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

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