Words of wisdom flow from this pen.
I know not how; I know not when.
The words on the paper that I see,
come from someone greater than me.

When the words come, they are clear,
and from a place so very near.
I hear a whisper in the night
so I get up, turn on the light.

I get the paper and the pen,
then I sit and wait til' when,
I hear some words that I must write.
And always find to my delight,
these words that come are always right.

And I thank God for all he gives.
For he is why my inspiration lives.
And he says to me,"I think it's grand
that you will let me use your hand."

Copyright 1997
Steve Sauter 3/18/97