Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Blame It On the Ink
If I let God take the pen
And I watch what it do
I don’t have to pretend
That I never knew.
Now, Truth is revealed
In each stroke of the line.
Once it’s been spelled
I read it as mine.
If the Spirit can hear it
Before I do and It tells me
And I tell you...
Then who is the author?
Who is the writer? What do you think?
Who's to blame for this mess of words?
The pen, the paper, or the ink?
5-16-24