The world’s a scroll where verses softly play,
Each dawn a line, His breath in every scene,
My poet’s heart with scripture’s pulse shall sway,
For Christ my theme in all that I’ve foreseen.
The stars align, their rhythm lights my way,
A stanza vast, His word my soul’s serene,
Two threads entwine—my craft, His truth’s array,
A royal weave where faith has ever been.
The brook’s soft song, a quatrain of His grace,
The cross a rhyme that steadies all my days,
Each note I pen, His gospel finds its place,
Through life’s refrain, my spirit lifts in praise.
So all I see in verse shall ever blend,
Christ’s sacred lines my poetry transcend.