Paper is like a piano.

Paper is like a piano.

The pen is like the musician.

The words are notes played on the keys.

The poem is the finished peice.

 

My paper is my piano.

I write with the song in my mind.

As the words come, they blend to make

The written poem -- my finished piece.

 

I write poetry, for with its

Beauty I declare to others

Who God is and what He has done

For me and that He sent his Son.

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