I am a word arranger,
A poet, some would say;
A bard, a muse, a rhymer,
Yes, with words, I have a way.
A vivacious versifier,
With immense imagination,
Expressing, eloquently,
Praise for God and His creation.
A loyal, loving lyricist
Longing to tell His story;
Doing all for love of Christ,
Composing for His glory.
Call me poetaster, nay,
Please, call me poetess,
And yet, I merely push the pen
My Lord does all the rest.
I am the Master’s minstrel
At His beck and call,
Prepared with pen and paper
Arranging words, that’s all.
Copyright © 2008 by Jennifer Welsh