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.