Don't give me a brand new computer
to type all the words on my mind -
just give me an old scrap of paper
and maybe some words I can find -
to write with my old, stubby pencil,
a poem or two I think of,
to soften the hardest of hardened hearts -
and write a few words of God's love.
And no, I do not have erasures.
I used them up long, long ago -
for mine was the worst of all wicked hearts -
and lowest of all of the low...
I tried to erase every one of my sins,
that I scribbled for years on my heart -
but only a cross where Jesus shed blood
could give me a "born-again" start.
Though I am not better than anyone else
no matter how I have been livin'...
There's only one thing that has set us apart -
and that is, through faith, I'm forgiven.
So please give an old scrap of paper,
to someone contented to be -
writing, as God whispers breezes,
in shade of this old willow tree.
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Written 2-1-15 by louis gander. FREE to print and use, but only with copyright information included - NOT for resale. Thank You!