The Call

(With Pen in Hand)

©2002 Debra L. Clifton

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With pen in hand I sit before you dear Lord.
What am I to say?
My words are those of a bumbling fool that race forth thoughtlessly.
A constant summoning of noise.

The voice you gave me is one set on edge.
Not melodious, soft or soothing.

But here I sit with pen in hand again.

For to each you have given a gift, some prophesy and some teach .
I stand in awe of those that are brave enough to evangelize
and those that eloquently preach.
You have created us all different, a maze of gifts.
Each one is an expression of your kingdom.

Here I sit with pen in hand again.

I shall never wax eloquently before the lost in speech.
But here I sit with pen in hand again,
throttling the conversation constantly flowing through my mind
to sqeeeze it onto a paper.

For whatever purpose in your Kingdom you have called me to
I know it will be with pen in hand.

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“The Call (With Pen in Hand)”
Copyright 2004 Debra L. Clifton

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