They have been trying to stop me from writing
They’re telling me I’m sinful, evil, spoiled,
dumb
And I used to believe them
Each and every one
They’re trying to stop my poems
And I used to let them win
But that was before
The Holy Spirit strengthened me within
They used to stop my poems
I used to let them win
I’ll not put down my pen
Until he comes again
Hitler had a mother
Potiphar had a wife
And I’ve just born a chap book
I’ve been writing all my life
I want to write a poem
To explain what it is like
When you have put your dream stand by
And try to make it right
I want to write a poem
To explain what it is like
When God decides it’s time
To be writing for your life
I want to write a poem
I must write
I must write
And this poem …sigh…
It won’t be finished tonight
That we started
It’ll be the first log on the right
And their words will be mere kindling
Because He is with me tonight
