Monday, March 8, 2010


Psalms 19:14

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.


By Charlotte

My pen is filled with liquid words,
Just waiting to flow out.
To write a poem that points to God,
For those who harbor doubt.

It’s just a Bic with dark blue ink,
There’s nothing fancy here.
It holds no power of its own,
It moves when God draws near.

If all the words were gathered,
And stored within this pen.
Their weight could not be measured,
With instruments of men.

For God created words,
More important than we know.
With them we utter curses,
Or blessings we bestow.

He calls His son, “The Living Word.”
His written plan fulfilled.
God’s spirit pouring out of men,
On Bible pages spilled.

It’s not our words that matter,
Nor the silly thoughts of man.
But words placed in the heart by God,
And His pen placed in our hand.

For all the words belong to Him,
He’s the author of them all.
Let’s use them for His purpose,
And answer to His call.

Every pen or pencil,
Can write a praise or prayer.
Some can write a song or poem,
If only they would dare.

God can use the words you write,
To give encouragement.
To save a life that once was lost,
Because that note you sent.

The person who was lonely,
Can know the Saviors love.
Because you listened and obeyed,
The voice that’s from above.

Words can be a tiny spark,
To light hopes dying flame.
Speak life and love into a life,
That will never be the same.

They’re a candle in the darkness,
A light upon the hill.
Words spoken with compassion,
Empty, broken hearts can fill.
We’ll never know till God reveals,
All that words can do.
So if your hand can hold a pen,
These words were meant for you!

Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, so that we may know the things freely given to us by God, which things we also speak, not in words taught by human wisdom, but in those taught by the Spirit, combining spiritual thoughts with spiritual words.

(1 Corinthians 2:13)

Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones. (Proverbs 16:24)


  1. This is so beautiful and true. Thanks for sharing your heart with us.

  2. What a beautiful poem, Charlotte. So true - the words we speak/write God can use to heal.

    Love & peace,


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