appointed

God has appointed me a poet,  
His Word to share that all may know it;  
on every soul He would bestow it,  
if only hearts were keen to show it.  
 
a poet knows the course of justice,  
whose conscience is life's true proboscis.  
the humble pride of life is just this:  
to show the world what simple trust is.  
 
i yield each verse as i compose it,  
intent on no one to impose it;  
yet, as my fruit-of-love deposit,  
i guard it well, lest i should lose it.  
 
and shall my stewardship now waver  
—no mercy drops shape my behaviour?  
true love is no optional favour  
to bards in service of the Saviour!  
 
© Copyright 2021 March 10  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫