Poet-Not Really

I wrote this poem almost 2 years ago. I've only shared it with 2 people, but feeling inspired by my cousin Debbie to share some of myself through writing, I am screwing up my courage and posting this poem I wrote. It is extremely personal and I hope my blogging friends will realize that I have no ambitions as a writer, but sometimes experiences just need to be shared in a very intimate way and this was GIVEN to me and has helped me understand myself better. I am feeling like I need to share it publicly now. I don't know why I just know I'm supposed to. Please be gentle. Feel free to keep your opinions to yourself. This poem was a gift from God directly to me and he is now pressing me to share it. Maybe my hard drive is about to crash and I need it out in cyberspace. I haven't even made a hard copy of it. I kind of feel like I'm walking down the street in skimpy clothes and all my flaws are exposed. Well here I go. I'm going to send it out there. I think I'm sweating.

Gift From God

Born with a gift from none but God
I wield my tongue at all I see
Cutting, hurting, laying open
Precious souls given to me.

In His mercy God has shown me
That this sword needn’t destroy
With a humble heart I plead
For Him my tongue for good employ.

When I humbly come before Him
Offering all I have to give
He will make my weakness over
Into strength, blessing all who live.

Let this sword be used for goodness
Lifting, Praising, Testifying
Of the One who changes all
With hearts contrite and breaking.

RaeAnn Hurst
January 20, 2008