Do angels still hurl golden pens

To writers on the earth?

Can they still construct those

Sentences leading man to “second birth”?

Are there eyes still watching Heaven

Longing for a glimpse of Him?

Do they see the signs that tell us

Jesus Christ will come again?

Is there someone holding mercy

As a treasured goal of life?

Do the red words in the Bible

Call an end to sin and strife?

For I’ve spent a time in slumber ~

In some maze of sorrow’s pain,

Longing for the arms that held me ~

Knowing they’ll not come again.

While my senses (in slow motion)

Cannot do what I desire;

I so long for inspiration and

A heart that’s set afire.

Looking up toward His heavens

(As he told us we should do),

I see stars still in their courses and

Each day begins anew;

All the birds still sing their own song ~

While the days of war rage on;

I wonder if the verse will come ~

Or have I slept too long?

…Lifter of my broken spirit,

Touch again my weeping heart

With the workers in Your garden,

May I have some tiny part?

May I love someone who really needs a

Tender touch from You?

Bless me, Father, with some gracious call

That still, my heart and hands can do.