Glory...

When the ink melts
And blends in the page
A miracles occurs
Beneath my finger tips.

Passionate fury seeps
From inside of me
And I become exhausted
With my lack of freedom;
My inability to record
My thoughts as quickly
As they come.

This is when a prayer
Falls from my lips
And my focus
Starts to shift.

To write,
Is to worship,
And to worship,
Is to bring glory to God.