I write my heart,
And I wonder if humans care.
Does anyone really read it?
Does my voice matter?
But maybe my focus is wrong.
Maybe I should write my heart–
To steady the moon as she rules the tides,
To fan the sun’s flames as he brings light and life,
To whisper encouragement to the wind as she cools and cleans,
To sing to the stars as they gently light the night.
Maybe my focus is still wrong.
Am I writing what Abba has allowed me to see?
Am I sharing truth to right lies and injustice?
Am I showing what I see from a different perspective?
Am I pleasing Abba and giving Him a reason to rejoice in dance?