People often ask where I get the words
For the poems I put on paper,
It isn't really a science,
But neither is it a caper.

I ask the Lord, my God,
To tell me what to write;
He gives me all the words,
During the day or maybe night.

Sometimes I'm in the shower,
Or reading a good book;
Other times I'm reading His Word,
And it causes me to look.

I often have to rush and write,
Before the words escape;
Words He sends don't hang around,
So these opportunities I take.