Sometimes
You are given words because you've been searching for an answer for so long,
and the only way you're ever going to listen is if God places the words
in your heart and lets you write them out yourself.
Sometimes
You are given words because the person sitting next to you has been drowning
for the last few days and your words are the only thing that can
speak life into their hurting heart.
Sometimes
You are given words because the inspiration has settled in
to your neighborhood, sought you out, and perched on your
front door step until you grant it wings by acknowledging its existence.
Sometimes
You are given words because you asked
how you could change the world.
Sometimes
You are given words because you have everything to say
but nothing with which to make the thoughts come true
other than your black ink on the paper.
Sometimes
You are given words because somebody in the heavens
wanted you to give a second life to
every beautiful thing that He breathed beauty into.
Sometimes
You are given words so you could let them stir
in your mind for ages, just hanging in the air,
and soak in the eternity of possibilities written there.
You are given words because you've been searching for an answer for so long,
and the only way you're ever going to listen is if God places the words
in your heart and lets you write them out yourself.
Sometimes
You are given words because the person sitting next to you has been drowning
for the last few days and your words are the only thing that can
speak life into their hurting heart.
Sometimes
You are given words because the inspiration has settled in
to your neighborhood, sought you out, and perched on your
front door step until you grant it wings by acknowledging its existence.
Sometimes
You are given words because you asked
how you could change the world.
Sometimes
You are given words because you have everything to say
but nothing with which to make the thoughts come true
other than your black ink on the paper.
Sometimes
You are given words because somebody in the heavens
wanted you to give a second life to
every beautiful thing that He breathed beauty into.
Sometimes
You are given words so you could let them stir
in your mind for ages, just hanging in the air,
and soak in the eternity of possibilities written there.
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