As I sit here so scared today,
I fear my gift has gone away.
Now several days I couldn't write,
I pray that God will give me light.
As I pick up my paper and pen,
I hope I can write to you again.
I fear the loss of a special gift,
I need my heart and soul to lift.
A blank is all I have in mind,
In need of special words to find.
So I'll just ramble on to you,
While I seek for the words to spew.
So I beg you please, bear with me,
As I search for words to set me free.
In this pain the headaches start,
As these fears tear at my heart.
To think it's gone cuts like a knife,
It takes away part of my life.
I hope I haven't bored you so,
Now to my knees I need to go.
Please dear God, Don't take away,
Your special gift of words I say.
Written by:
Thelma Shutters
5-18-2
