God has given me the gift of poetry
His words often channel through me
They come to me in a quiet moment
or when I need to vent

When I look back and read a few
I am amazed at what He can do
I realize my talent is not my own
it’s His words on the paper shown

I pray that I may never get the glory
for words written..I’d be sorry
God’s gifts are many, ours to discover
We must encourage them in each other

All my friends have encouraged me
I pray they read these and remember me
Life is short and when I am gone
I pray my words live on and on ….