My Gift

My Gift


It’s when I sit in silence,
And my voice breathes no more,
That I can finally remember,
What I was sent here for.

Shy as I may appear,
Quiet as I may be,
There is a gift I have,
That many do not see.

Its not music hidden in my voice,
Its not beauty upon my face,
It doesn’t come from Earthy ideas,
But is sent from a Heavenly place.

This gift I have I show to few,
For few can understand,
The words that pour from God himself,
The words He writes with my human hand.

There words I write are not my own,
They come from Heaven above,
Why he choose me I do not know,
But as I write I feel His love.

I wouldn’t trade this gift for the world,
This is how I shine my light,
God thank you for using me,
And giving me Your words to write.