Oh, writers with notebooks stacked high to the sky,
With dreams that rise higher than birds can fly,
You aren’t strange or failing or missing the train
By walking a road paved with patience and pain.
No publisher’s waiting with trumpets and drums
To build you a kingdom where fortune just comes.
They print and they ship and they smile and they wave.
But you build the platform, so you have to be brave.
You may have read a hundred marketing books,
Heard many how-to seminars with confident looks.
Yet royalties just trickle—a few dollars and dimes—
A rather small amount that earns no great chimes.
God’s way of marketing isn’t copy-and-paste.
He crafts a pathway for you that isn’t chased.
The plan for your voice isn’t shiny and loud.
It fits who you are, not the shape of the crowd.
What if just one person opened your book one night,
Found hope in your pages, and stepped into the light?
What if your story shut Hell’s tormenting door
And brightened the path to Heaven once more?
Remember the old stories that were hidden away—
Rejected manuscripts stored in the closet to stay.
Yet years after the writer has laid down his pen,
Resurrected pages found readers again and again.
But here is the tough rub, the ache and the sting:
Unwritten stories die without whispering a thing.
The stories you carry in your mind but never write
Are treasures unmined, unfinished, out of sight.
So write, Roaring Writer, although royalties crawl.
Write even though the return seems so small.
Contracts and checks may rarely arrive—
But your call to write should be fiercely alive.
Your struggle is common, but your calling is to care.
Your sales may be small, but your words answer prayer.
So roar with your lamb-heart, steady and true.
Let God’s writing plan keep working through you.
