Since I am losing my sight and my hearing
And I am older than Adam and Eve,
I do not know, anymore, what I am good for
For certain I am not going to grieve.
I have forgotten where it is I come from
But where I am going I know well!
I can hear the voice of God, a mere whisper,
I do not need a clanging dinner bell!
So what did God say? He said, “Keep writing!”
Same thing I always feel He says.
Not that He says it, like, audibly,
Just a couple of times I confess.
Well, how can I know when God is speaking?
Or how can I recognize His voice?
I know I want to do what I am doing
So I figure it seems I have no choice.
If I just wrote crazy stuff I would wonder
But I write what God puts on my heart!
And some tell me that it is a blessing
So what it is I do not need a cart.
I do not need a cart full of ‘thank you’s’
Just to realize I am doing God’s will.
For this is the talent that He gave me
And someday I will send you a bill!
Sam Cox 03.03.04