From where does it come
     and where does it go?
While I have an idea,
     I don’t really know.
I sit all alone
     and open my heart.
That just seems to be
     how it often will start.
But I’m not alone
     as I sit before God.
He guides and directs me
     with His staff and His rod.

He gives me His promise
     that He will be here.
I just need to trust Him
     and live with no fear.
This life won’t be easy,
     of this I am sure.
He told me Himself,
     in His Word that is pure.
Troubles will come
     and hard times will be.
I won’t be alone,
     I have His Spirit in me.

These poems I do write
     are like the Spirit God gives.
While I don’t know His path,
     I am sure that He lives.
I feel Him within me,
     I feel Him without.
He gives me assurance
     that I don’t need to doubt.
Just like the wind
     that goes to and fro.
God’s Spirit is with me
     wherever I go.

So when you do worry
     and when you do fret.
God’s Spirit can calm you
     when before Him you set.
You may just not notice
     quite how He got here.
But His presence can fill you
     so you know He is near.
And when He is in you,
     this is my claim.
He will change you forever,
     you’ll never be the same!
©

I am asked often about where these poems have all of a sudden come from and it is a difficult question to answer with certainty. As I reflected on that question, a sermon I shared this morning, and thought through what God would have me share tonight, this poem filled my mind. I believe the source of these poems is God’s Spirit in my and just like the unseen nature of the Spirit, there is an element of faith woven through the midst of each poem God gives me. I pray that He uses these for His glory and His purpose.

In prayer,
Tom