The Finest Words

I perch above and watch each day
As writers choose their winding way.
I whistle, chatter, and sqawk, but this I’ve found:
Some of the biggest struggles make no sound.

A writer’s heart can crave an applause
And chase success without any pause.
But God can teach the heart to prize
The things that matter in his eyes.

I’ve seen folks envy someone’s gain
And let comparison bring them pain.
But when we thank God for our part,
Contentment settles deep in the heart.

I’ve watched a polished page look fine
While pride was hiding every good line.
Excellent writing starts much deeper in,
Where God reshapes the thoughts within.

So I keep observing from my high perch
While writers pray and seek and search.
The Holy Spirit gently changes the view
And teaches our hearts to want what’s true.

A little choice may seem quite small,
Yet little choices will shape us all.
One faithful step, then one step more,
Can train hearts for what God has in store.

When tempting thoughts begin to fly,
I’ve learned we shouldn’t chase a lie.
Fill up the mind with what is best,
And lesser cravings lose their zest.

I squawk, I scribble, I think, and I see
How God keeps changing you and me.
The closer we walk with him each day,
The more we want to choose his way.

So write your words, but also grow.
Let God reshape the things you know.
For stronger stories often start
Inside a writer’s changing heart.

And from my perch, I’ll gladly sing:
“The heart comes first in everything.”
When God transforms the soul within,
That’s where the finest words begin.