What is the first thing that you do once inspiration starts?
Will you collect your points of view and see what each imparts?
Or will you stop, reflect and pray for wisdom and advice?
To ask the Lord what He would say, not pausing to think twice?
I wait upon the Lord each time for titles and first lines,
I wait for precious thoughts sublime because each one defines.
Then words arrive that I can choose, beyond the thoughts I own,
Some educate and some amuse, no need to write alone.
The blessings flow like tasty treats, like morsels Heaven-sent,
Until another verse completes to share what Jesus meant.
And so I type contentedly, selecting rhymes and such,
Pursuing perfect poetry that others love so much.
Why would I stand and walk away without the last line done
When I could sit and choose to stay, to learn more from God's Son?
A thousand verses I have penned and typed a thousand more,
And all because He is my friend, and worthy to adore.
While Christian poets know this well as every year goes by,
Why God chose me such truths to tell, I ask, for who am I?
Denis Martindale.19th August 2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem