December 24, 2007
Every now and again
I get a hint of inspiration
Whispering gently in my ear
Like an irresistible temptation
Like a spark that festers;
Becomes a tiny flame
Or the clouds that clear
After a long hard rain.
It’s a breath of fresh air
After leaving a crowded room
And a brief ray of sunlight
Shining through the encircling gloom.
As the whispers continue
I’m made aware of You
And I say a quiet prayer in my heart
For the inspiration You graciously impart.
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