This little poem-prayer slipped out after reading words by a well known writer who failed to impress. I earlier posted the first stanza on my Plink space, which not even my mother reads, so I thought TFR Fellows and friends might appreciate it, since so many of you are writers.
Save me, Lord, from insipid words,
Dead ere the post is made;
Refuse clichés to be my lords,
Let every line be weighed.
Make words be strong, and phrases clean,
As gospel truths deserve;
Let sin and grace be clearly seen,
To touch repentance’ nerve.
My words probably don’t impress a lot of people either, but I pray it might be because they disagree with the content, not because the delivery is awful. Here’s a recent example for you to judge.