CONFESSION

CONFESSION

By Arley Steinhour 080514

I wish I had a dollar,

When pen to paper a poem wasn't sent

Then Jesus took my by the coller,

Saying, 'Write,' (or be Hell bent). ... (emphasis mine) ...

That woke me up, from my deep sleep,

I asked, 'how, I'm not a poet?'

He said, 'You are, but that skill is still asleep,

Write Praise, to me, now that you know it.'

'But Lord,' said I, 'I'm not to good with rhyme,'

'I will have Spirit help you,' and departed,

Twas early before the Sun, and excellent time,

Up I rose, turned P C on, from me poetry then got started.

AMEN