This is my pen.

This is my pen.

I wield it with a shaking hand.

My thoughts are scribbled and rushed, others prosed and crafted. 

This is my space, a space where stories come alive.

This is God's space, used for His glory. 

This is my pen. 

Various in shape and color, though ink hardly matters beneath the words. 

Because words on a page shape our world - our universe on the edge of a scribble. 

God's scribble.

And I am one of His poet's - a work in progress, a story unfinished, a masterpiece ready to be unveiled. 

This is my pen. 

I might not see the whole picture.

Little by little I see the light. 

But I know it's there, because He is there with it, revealing it to me every day. 

In His space, I capture what He shares with me. 
This is my pen.

My weapon worthy of work. 

And I intend to use it.

These are my scribbles.

May you find Him in every word.