The thunderous sound from deep within
The roar of mighty hands
Beyond my mind, beneath my skin
Inside me glorious plans
From inner most and outward boasts
Through each and every word
From pad and pen and fingertips
Were visions slightly blurred
Though never lost was He, but I
The one who needed found
By grace so awesome glorious
In mercy I had drowned
From ink of dark to ink of light
Then words began to die
Much like the man that held the pen
They'd been given a new life
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