His thoughts are in motion, His pen is in hand.
His design is a notion awaiting command.
His words, as He speaks them, give Life to behold.
Revelation is written, His story is told..

The sound of His voice spark the powers that be.
All eyes be upon Him – all creation will see
The depth of His wisdom in the smallest detail,
The breadth of His splendor in the grandest of scale.

His commission assigned, for all will be told
A silver-tongued message through silence of gold:
“Cry out in the wilderness with a voice that’s not heard.
Speak boldly in Christ though you won’t say a word.”

As He beckons, I kneel. As He humbles, I pray.
I’m a mind open to Him empowered each day.
With fire consuming and a charge set apart,
The Author of Life writes His word on my heart.


This poem may NOT be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, transmitted in any form or by any means including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without written permission from the author, R’chelle Cyrus-Hughes.


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