When the writer draws his pen,
All of the heavens stand still.
He writes his love story over and over again,
Into the hearts of the very men and women who praise him.
He makes light, their burden to carry.
Even though darkness may seem like a heavier weight,
In every instance,
In the first instance,
It was in an instant,
Just as it is for his servants now,
That instantly, when the light is called upon,
The darkness, scatters.
Simpler matters may trouble the heart,
But a complex and robust mind,
Makes matters simple.
So as a simple matter of fact,
Let it be known
The pen and the writer are one,
And he is Lord.


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