When people ask about my poems
I seldom know what to say
for there is no human way to explain
God's marvelous, inspiring way.
I sometimes arise when the night is dark
with thoughts heavy on my heart
and I know God surely put them there
I must write them, before they depart.
Yes, God gives me the words to say
that others may live and grow
and I can't receive the glory
for unto me, it would be woe.