Righter’s Block

My well’s run dry,
And I don’t know why.
I plumb the depths
Looking beyond my mess
To righteously convey
What I want to say.

His Spirit finally begins to flow
In a stream eddying slow
Till He floods my banks again,
And I can finally lay aside my sin
To take up a resident pen
And abide resting in Him.

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