[Note to Dr. WEC: This is NOT your poem. This is a different one. Just sayin’.]
My soul sings.
It sings holy, holy, holy are you God. My soul sings when I’m quiet or when I’m thinking and I nod. It sings with or without music, but I take the opportunities of being alone in the car when I’m going somewhere to sing. A made-up melody and song that usually rhymes I voice for my King.
It’s because he is worthy.
Sometimes I sing when I’m talking to myself, singing to myself instead. It’s more fun to sing and rhyme than vocalize what is simply said. I sing when I’m happy; I sing when I’m sad. I sing about everything, even though it might sound bad.
I write from the outpouring of my soul.
When there’s so much to process, to say, and to hear? Writing is a way I can see it clear. I write when I’m thinking or sad or pleased. I write stories and poems and mercilessly I tease. What would it be like if I was super serious all the time? Boring, I say, and it’s FUN to rhyme!
It’s because he is worthy.
Whatever I write, I want it to be for God’s glory. He is what matters, so let everyone hear his story! If somebody can take one thing away from what I write, then it’s all worth it, every blog outright.
But sometimes I get in the way.
It’s not all bad, I’d say.
My humor adds a little something.
‘Cuz when I’m writing, I want God’s voice to ring.
But I write and I sing and play music and whatever.
It’s because he is worthy, and super clever.
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Anna E. Meyer 