What a joyous honor it is

to be like the psalmists of old,

offering written worship to the King,

my words flowing with more love than they can hold.

Thank you Lord for this gift of praising You,

with mere instruments of pen and paper in hand.

How sweet it is to watch as written expressions

catch the attention of a reader’s tear gland.

With this literary craft blessed by Your touch,

I ask You, Master of Heaven, please use me.

I long to give back that which I have been given.

Let this be my ministry.

In the hours that I have on this earth,

Let me witness for my Savior with written rejoicing.

How I cherish the awesome feeling within my soul

when I am writing for my King.

~ Tammy Leigh Maxey