In God's Words

The ink in my pen writes and demands to be heard It screams peace, justice, and hope as it pens God’s word As my ink flows, there are too many days that I cried From the truth of my past pain I witnessed my words of poetry haven’t lied But I’m a man who was beaten, and his insanity denied I never gave up my will to survive, so every day I tried My fear of not knowing fueled my weakness but; it also gave my faith strength Jesus’s love swathed my soul, his mercy and grace healed my body at length The lies of disease and defeat that served as unworldly stimulations The words of Jesus gave me encouraging hope, which healed my past condemning revelations With all my life’s tribulations and experiences that I’ve witnessed I know that Jesus will heal this nation I write this poem to God to show my appreciation The ink in my pen will never run out Because Father God will never forsake and leave me without a doubt