Lord, grant within the plant of ink
Not man’s conceited view
But let it ever be a link
That draws our thought to You
Lord, in our humble quest for word
May this our enzyme be
A sacred element that stirs
The heart to cleave to Thee
Lord, as we commit thought to page
Pray its foibles, anoint
So that, when read from age to age
It will not disappoint
© Janet Martin
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