I am spurred on by the Lord
To write of His love and Word.
He compels me to take up my pen.
I write in strokes of Him again and again.
This exercise of my soul has made it fit,
A model of spiritual health prepared for the earthly exit.
May I never become lax
With sharing His holy facts.
My soul at times is afflicted with spurs of a bad kind.
Thereby inhibiting my walk and poisoning my mind.
They cause my soul to lie dormant and docile,
Losing precious time, and traveling less miles.
It is then that the Lord fits me with supports,
Spiritual orthotics of the most helpful sort.
They make my soul get back up and fight,
Defending all that it knows what is right.
Lord, in all I do, may the glory go to You. Amen and amen.
© Greg A. Oosterhouse,8-4-2007