| Dedication by Kathi Toups |
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Whatever talent I may possess, I give to You my God. Words whirl and twirl inside my head, Yet, I can't articulate them out loud. Pen and paper are my closest friends, Who judge not whatever I feel. My desire is to touch a hurting world And write words that will help souls to heal. My experiences are such I can always relate To almost any action or deed. The things I say may not always take root, But maybe I've planted a seed. God, alone, controls my ability to create The words of comfort I long to share. When the timing is right, they somehow flow, Manifesting how much I care. So help me, Lord, through the written word To touch hearts, souls, and spirits, Let them lead back to You, as the source, Who bestows unconditional love without limits. My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Psalm 45:1 |
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