I pick my pen up;
I set it down again.
I write a line, and I sound it out again;
I stare at the blank paper, and sigh again.
I search my heart and try to write again;
I lay down my pen and let my mind spin again.
I click the keys and read the words again;
I erase the words, and I bow my head again.
Lord, it’s me and it’s time to spread your glory again.
I still my mind and stare at the screen again;
My Southern blood stirs again.
The Lord whispers in my ear again;
My pen makes marks again.
The words pour forth and flow again;
The message I have is relayed again.
My heart flows on the paper again;
I feel the glory of the Lord, as I write again.
I fight for my people again;
Every letter, every word, every sentence to make them proud again.
I am not the author, but a pen again;
Today, I fight in ink and inspire again.
Once more, I fight for God again;
It is in His glory, I will write again.
And in His glory, all will be right again.
Teach a man to fight, he can win a battle.
Teach a man to write, he can win a nation.