I have a pen upon my desk
It watches from its spot,
To write my little ideas down
It always helps a lot.
It is so patient sitting there
It never makes a sound
No matter how I stumble along
When ideas can’t be found.
I often think within that pen
Are found such wonderous things
The answer to all our questions
What joy that pen could bring!
It’s written down my inner thoughts
My joy, my grief, my pain
If I could not let some of them out
I would truly be insane.
He lets me open up myself
He lets me feel so free
He opens up that ball of grief
For all the world to see.
Sometimes it gets so tight inside
It ties me in a knot
The worry that the world can give
When despair is all we’ve got.
He helps me to remember then
That I have a King on high
Who sits upon His mighty throne
In His Kingdom in the sky.
Although I don’t have a simple rhyme
For all the joy he brings
My simple little friend called “pen”
Makes my heart just soar and sing!
……………And best of all…….he’s Purple!!!