I give and give out words
But are these my best?
What if use them all now and then run out?
What if I give them away—
Never to find new ones again?
Can’t I keep a few?
Yet a thought was impressed upon my soul—
There will always be more words
More thoughts
More inspiration
There will always be more words
Besides, they are from the Lord
Not my own
He gives to me, if I seek his inspiration
Then I am to pass them along
Think of all the times I move too fast—
And miss the words that got away
They are not a gift to be squandered—
These words
There will always be more words
So
Give them out
They don’t cost—
But they can bring value
Give them out
They are a gift—
To be shared, not kept
Give them out
They were given to me in the first place—
Give them out
To those he asks me to give to
We have certain places we exist on this earth
Certain gifts
At certain times
With certain roles to fill
I was given words
Not to keep, to hold, to retain for my own worth
Not to build me up—
To give
To breathe life into others
To encourage, uplift, and adore
To press others onward
To remind them how precious they are
To help make them everything they are supposed to be
I give and give out words
Because they were given to me
There will always be more words
And always those who need to hear them