What does it matter Lord? Why am I here? What is my purpose Lord? Please make it clear. I’m praying daily and hoping you hear The voice of my heart cries out. What does it mean that I write these words? What is your will for the thoughts of this verse? I try to listen. Each day I am yours The voice of my heart cries out. Hearing your voice means more to me Than what I should smell or what I should eat. Whenever I hear your voice start to speak I sit down and write your words I pray that these words will bring comfort to all No matter how big. No matter how small, That these words my keep them from having a fall Drawing them closer to you So I end this verse by giving you praise I lift up my voice and my heart is raised Jesus I worship your wonderful name The voice of my heart cries out I try to explain to people that I don’t just write poetry to have something to do. I don’t write it because I have something to say. I don’t write it because it’s a passion of mine. I have written poetry since I was in high school. It has been something inside me for over 50 years. Then it was my thoughts, my imagination, my words. It became like a journal of the struggles I was having in my youth. I wish I had keep them all, but I did not. Now it is different because I write what the Lord dictates to me. Usually it starts with a word, or a line, or a whole stanza. When I hear it, I sit down and start typing and don’t stop until he stops talking. It may sound like my lament, or my questions, but I think God has a bigger purpose in each one of these psalms. All I am is a vessel. That is why I am here. 2 Timothy 2:20-21 King James Version 20 But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and some to dishonour. 21 If a man therefore purge himself from these, he shall be a vessel unto honour, sanctified, and meet for the master's use, and prepared unto every good work.