If penning my faith
In my Savior is a crime,
Then I’ll commit it—
Again and again.
If voicing the weight
Of my Lord is a felony,
Then let me indulge—
With joy in my soul.
Gifted are His children:
Some take the podium,
Some shape minds,
Some lay down in service.
Yes—
Gifted am I,
To masterfully imprint
Words that travel nations,
Writing His kingdom come.
Fulfilling my calling—
The Writing Evangelist.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
If penning my faith
In my Savior is a crime,
Then I’ll commit it—
Again and again.
If voicing the weight
Of my Lord is a felony,
Then let me indulge—
With joy in my soul.
Gifted are His children:
Some take the podium,
Some shape minds,
Some lay down in service.
Yes—
Gifted am I,
To masterfully imprint
Words that travel nations,
Writing His kingdom come.
Fulfilling my calling—
The Writing Evangelist.
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