Might my words be enlightening, pure of purpose; clean of soil,
May they offer some solace for a pain, or rest from endless toil.
Might they beckon a long hoarded tear, from a long pent up soul,
Or a smile from a widowed heart, who longs to just feel whole.
May they bring peace to the restless one, who wanders all around,
Or gravity to the flighty ones, and gift them with solid ground.
Comfort to an aching core, words like fingers, stroke their hair,
A promise that all things do pass, when today is too much to bear.
A hope shining into the darkness, when all of the lights are out,
Faith, sweet faith, that comes to rescue, one who's full of doubt.
May my words be a lighthouse, for those who've lost their way,
And a reminder that all is possible, if they would only sit and pray,
May my words strike an inner voice, as is now, and always the plan,
To make GOD known and hear his praise, on the lips of every man.