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The Thief by Kathleen Higham There are no words to express Burdens come and hedge me in For I feel my unworthiness My flesh crawls with sin On this fabulous, sunny day I am peddling down a trail Deep and heavy thoughts come I pray, "God don't let me fail" Humbled by this gift to write Yet, my mind has been a blank The gift, "Have You taken It" For a moment, my heart sank Stopping to rest in the Everglades As we parked our bikes to walk Once again, You come to me I am wanting so much to talk Oh my Lord, please give me Those precious words I need Wanting to serve You completely Let me write for You, I plead Suddenly, a black crow comes Then, on my bike he settles Pulls back the zipper on my bag With all my stuff, he meddles Busily throwing things about This and that lands on the ground Finally, in his beak, he grasps it I am wondering what he's found A woman is watching in amusement It's my business card he took A burst of laughter bellows out The card is about my book Lord, I have so neglected You Feeling sorry for myself Not writing, not doing anything Your words sitting on a shelf A realization has come to me About what a thief can do Stealing thoughts inside my heart My beautiful thoughts of You Oh God, I fell down again But, You have lifted me high Words, words, loving words Flow through me with a sigh. |
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