You gave me a gift
on the day of my birth,
to pen words of comfort
for all that I'm worth,
to sit and to think,
and give over time,
to writing my poems
and writing my rhymes,
to share of my faith
and freely give hope,
turn tears to laughter,
helping friends cope,
to light up a candle
in depths of despair,
to help find the way
and help know I care.
There still are so many
things I could say,
to brighten the darkness
and chase fears away,
so let me, my Friend,
from the depth of my heart,
your comfort and goodness
to share through my art.
You gave me so much
to pass on and give.
I cherish each moment
I scribble and live.
So watch me, I ask you,
as I sit and write,
and may all these jottings
be blessed in your sight.