It’s hard for me to put into words what Jesus means to me
Everything that I write seems too small to declare His majesty
I come to Him each morning and I get down on my knees
Seeking to hear what He would say to me
Then one by one He gives me the lines and tells me to write them down
I really don’t know what the next words will be or how the rhyme will sound
I just start to type and it seems that He guides my fingers as words abound
Early in the morning when no one is around
These are His words, these are His story
This is my journal of what the Lord says
Giving Him honor, giving Him glory
These are the words of my praise
When it is finished and the poem is done, I hear Him say thank you to me
I say “Dear Lord, this is not my work. I don’t deserve credit for these”
He says, “My son, please know how much I appreciate that you listen to me.
For I talk to many who don’t have an ear to hear.”
So, I slowly put down my fingers and I say a little prayer
For all of you who He’s speaking to but really don’t open your ears
It’s time for the children of God to arise and show themselves strong in these years
Make Him the Lord of your life and share what you hear
These are His words, these are His story
This is my journal of what the Lord says
Giving Him honor, giving Him glory
These are the words of my praise