Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Poetic Prayer, Day 8

My God, You give, and not only
with one hand, but with both,
with both eternal, gracious hands,
as when you pour rain forth.

You send Your gifting Spirit down,
replete with talents great,
and You have given me the want
to think, to say, to write.

Control my pen, as even still
You mold my thought and word,
that all I write may pour forth praise
to the Ascended Lord.

I'm digging Common Meter.
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