Poets Prayer

Lord, give me words, when words are few
A heart made still, a vision true.
Let every line I write reveal
The hidden wounds that You can heal.

Let beauty rise from things unseen,
Let faith bloom, where sorrows been.
And when my final verse is through,
May every word lead back to You.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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