A blank page is before me,
The possibilities seems endless,
The commission, terrifying to the core.
The first strokes are beginning,
The first words are being formed
Something new is starting.
But where will this ink lead me?
What stories are waiting to be told?
What hardships and joys will this paper soon hold?
The pages from before give no hint to what’s insotre,
It only beckons to my pen to write more,
Yet, once pen toughes paper, there is no going back.
Still, I know it is my lot to write,
The story my King is orchestrating
Where this will end, I am not sure
…. and so it begins.
sister i love you so much and i can’t wait to see where God takes you!!!