A hero stands out. I met him along the way.
I only had the privilage of knowing him one day.
He looked at me with loving eyes, and saw my passion deep inside.
This man spoke of creativity, the word of God, then he turned to me.
A hand he placed on my forehead, he prayed, I closed my eyes.
The words he spoke, touched my heart, soft tears I began to cry.
I had told not a soul, my longing to write and this man whom I just met,
encouraged me to never give up, to never live in regret.
'God annoint these hands, we have here a writer. Guide her Lord, uncover what it is inside her.
