Prophetic words spoken,

Misunderstood.

Everything seemed to be

Falling into place

As I'd never have thought

They would.

The story I wrote,

The one I thought you said

You'd make a way for…

Lord.

It wasn't your book Lord.

For it didn't come from you,

But from me.

It became what I wanted it to be.

My words.

Not yours.

You hold my future in your hands.

Someday, you say,

I'll be an author who writes

At your command.

Until then I'll try harder to listen,

And understand.

But thank you Lord, even for

Words I don't always understand.