My Fountain Pen
My fountain pen runs dry
Just when I need it most
What value does it have
If ink becomes a ghost
Dear Lord, am I just like my pen
When in Your hand I'm void?
What good am I to You
If inside I'm destroyed?
My child, you do not understand
The value of your "pen."
Let me fill your heart with love
And it will flow again.
An empty vessel you will be
If love's not in your heart.
Then let me hold you in my hand
And let my love impart
To all mankind on earth
When in my hand you rest.
When I control the use of you,
My children will be blessed.
It's My Son that gives you worth
When your heart you let Him fill.
Things of earth don't satisfy,
But Jesus always will.
Suzanne Guinn, Nov 2018
Just when I need it most
What value does it have
If ink becomes a ghost
Dear Lord, am I just like my pen
When in Your hand I'm void?
What good am I to You
If inside I'm destroyed?
My child, you do not understand
The value of your "pen."
Let me fill your heart with love
And it will flow again.
An empty vessel you will be
If love's not in your heart.
Then let me hold you in my hand
And let my love impart
To all mankind on earth
When in my hand you rest.
When I control the use of you,
My children will be blessed.
It's My Son that gives you worth
When your heart you let Him fill.
Things of earth don't satisfy,
But Jesus always will.
Suzanne Guinn, Nov 2018