As my fingers gently
on the keyboard fall
I think of thoughts lovingly
as I listen to the Master call.

Each day it is stronger
more and more He stays
then on the keyboard longer
my fingers gently feel His rays.

Which is special just now?
Is this for a particular one;
why did He choose me, how?
How much I truly love His Son.

Can I answer you in which to pick
which are personal is it for me to say?
As the words are like reading a script.
Thus I could sit and type each long day.

Please I cannot choose which to send.
Then which to ever hold for all have a reason.
Each written for those who are a friend.
Some to warm a strangers heart in season.

It is lost when I learned to write in this cloud
weaving first one word and then adding another
this may sound too simplistic to say aloud.
I know some are for me, my sister and brother.

Please accept my apology for I cannot choose;
a poem to share when I know it is there.
It could be someone else who would lose;
To judge this would not allow mercy to be fair.