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In God's Hands
A wake up call to hone
my writing skill with words.
A wake up call to run
a marathon for months.
In my Father's hands, placed I, my pen,
For His hands to hold mine firm,
To write that piece that runs in my head;
That imaginative thought that plays around
like a waste nylon flying on the ground.
To pen that scene nature places before my eyes,
And act on paper that character reality despise
Or the one my fantasies sublime.
Let it be known, I can't pen alone;
Only in my Father's hands, can my ink freely flow.
Day: 001/100
#the100writingmarathon
PS: I started a writing marathon today and I'll be sharing my write-ups here too.
© AM Odunayo
my writing skill with words.
A wake up call to run
a marathon for months.
In my Father's hands, placed I, my pen,
For His hands to hold mine firm,
To write that piece that runs in my head;
That imaginative thought that plays around
like a waste nylon flying on the ground.
To pen that scene nature places before my eyes,
And act on paper that character reality despise
Or the one my fantasies sublime.
Let it be known, I can't pen alone;
Only in my Father's hands, can my ink freely flow.
Day: 001/100
#the100writingmarathon
PS: I started a writing marathon today and I'll be sharing my write-ups here too.
© AM Odunayo
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