The Pen By: Adina Ogle
My thoughts control the hand,
which with a pen may write
endless words like sand,
washed away in the night.
Shaking the hand releases,
into the Master's plan,
the pen with which now pleases
the Creator of all the land.
The Author of my life
now holds the pen
erasing all the strife,
giving me peace within.

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