With pen in prolific hand
could I, at will
Spin worlds and brighten
skies,
But mine was not the mighty
Hand.
With pen in inspired hand
could I, at will
Soothe souls and still tears,
But mine was not the mighty
hand.
With pen in eloquent hand
could I, at will
Move hearts and bend minds,
But still, mine was not the
mighty hand
Nor mine will the will of
God;
For it was His mighty hand
that removed
Your life from mine
And His will that has
My hand, once prolific,
eloquent and inspired,
Forever stilled.
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