The Word, to those with sight,
And I've come to give encouragement
To those I've called to write.
I was with you from the beginning.
I'll be with you till the end.
But you need to get to know Me,
If you want to be My friend.
I'm the Thought of the Thinker,
The Love that compels.
I sit above the portal,
And ponder the gates of Hell.
To My own I Am a stumbling block,
To the stranger just a fool,
But to those called - power and wisdom,
And the poet's only tool.
I Am your homeless neighbor,
The One who lost His son,
And I come to you on bended knees
Imploring you to run!
To take your pen and scribe My name
On all you do and say,
To touch the heart of stubborn men,
But you must start Today!
For tomorrow isn't promised,
Now is all you have,
Time won't be kept waiting,
So you must choose the path.
And walk upon that leveled plain,
With heart and head held high.
For greater is My strength in You,
Than the world that's passing by.