It’s not my heart, nor is my mind

With what right do I have to claim

The words I have I must then speak

Just what could be the perfect aim?

There is a heart been waiting

For a Special Word to seek

How can I then restrict the speech

or refuse to consider the meek?

The best laid plans I’ve ever known

Were designed through mortal men

Even Your Word is delivered thus

Who is in control of Your Mighty Pen?

I know not I will take the stance

Such as just once to even propose

I choose not to be so fool hardy

To be the boastful one who knows!

What does it mean…What did he say…

What was he trying to imply…

Suggest a thought…ignore a claim…

Should The Truth…we even deny?

 cas

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