Many times when I write poetry
The Holy Spirit takes hold of me
I come up with my own ideas
His light then shines bright
Inside my mind
Opening me to subjects
My brain would never find
Concepts so many say
Are taboo
Come flowing through
Senses I do not normally use
I wish I could explain
In layman's terms
Yet, I cannot find
Descriptive wordly yearns
Of how these heartfelt
Ideas do burn
Except for to say
Father God will always
Carry out His way
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