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God, Im glad that Im a poet, So I can serve your plan, Sins I wand the world to know it... Ill do the best I can. Ill write me little poems down So publishers can read Then publish poems town to town Your Gospel grace to heed... Ill write a sonnet now and then, Romances Ill write too And evry time Ill prove again The good that I can do... Through out the Wholly Bible sift Describing joy or tears, Ill make you proud you gave this gift, Ill write for years and years... It must be grate to write as good And bless folks here and there And help them prey the prayers they should To show they reely care... So thats what I propose to try No matter whats the cost, Ill write until the day I die To help you save the lost... My word, Im quite excited, Lord, To think its me you chose And both my Mum and Dad ignored, Just me to write some prose... I know Im just a nobody And folks are bound to dout... But thats the truth, its upto me, Just me, so help me out! Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.