Making a poetry collection…

Lord gather my collection
put me in Your stanzas
pronounce and write me both
as you will.
Gather your words
out of my years
and make a poetry collection of me.
You are my only editor
and publisher.
i will be your little words,
organize my lines
so we can share them in time.
Lord make me
your collection.
Collect me, in Thee.

You have no time pressures
no dead lines-You
crossed that dead line
long ago. Now,
gather the real words
in my bones
for your own pleasure
of reading them
out loud!
i don’t need success either
to know
so
let’s just
make a whole
poem together
friend.

Collect me
into Your Heart’s Mouth
and sing me
to Yourself Lord first.
And then, if you want to share me,
feel free.

I’m free verse
anyway, as You who made me
already know.
Collect then sow me Lord
where You see fit.