Wise words of men
Say that the pen
Has more might than the sword
Yet wiser think
Inspired ink
Finds power in the Lord
So when I'm caught
In empty thought
When hours of sleep are few
I pray that He
Replenish me
To write a love song new
But not a tune
For ear to swoon
And man to be impressed
Instead I sing
To conquering king
For by Him I am blessed
And through all pain
My sufferings gain
This reason to rejoice
An unclean mind
Through fire refined
That when I lift my voice
Salvation's cry
Will soon belie
That which Satan has done
All lies he told
Could not withhold
The hope within God's Son
So Lord I raise
This humble praise
A newborn psalmist's rhyme
So that I may
Now as I lay
Find rest in this short time
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