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Christian Poets Never Die



Christian poets never die, they just write away:
Should e'er it be they could not write,
They'd just speak what they have to say;
And should it be they could not speak,
Sign language would do each day;
And should they have no hands to sign
What's on their hearts to convey,
They'd simply meditate day and night,
And tell it to God as they pray.
And when they leave the beauty here
For heaven's bright array,
On the other side of the starry sky
In that new and glorious day,
There's sure to be a pen, just for them,
To say what they must say...
Christian poets never die, they just write away.




"I will speak of the glorious honour of thy majesty, and of thy wondrous works."
"...my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."
(Ps.145:5; 45:1)


Connie - June, 2001



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