I scribbled a line, but it came out all wrong,
It clattered and scattered and didn’t belong.
I sighed. “This draft is bad. It’s just trash,”
But God whispered, “Don’t burn it to ash.”
A draft that looks awful may still be gold—
A story worth telling, a truth to be told.
For writing, like life, takes revision and time,
Each edit can polish. Each draft can still shine.
Don’t think you’re perfect and say you’re fine.
Admit when your work is weak, sagging lines,
For honesty matters. Your flaws can be healed
With new words considered. Their power revealed.
Just practice with patience. Keep typing away,
Like farmers work for their harvesting day.
A paragraph planted, a sentence that grows,
God waters the story. Its purpose he knows.
Don’t peek at your neighbor and envy their page,
Comparison traps us, like a bird caught in a cage.
Just write what God gives you. Your voice is unique,
A treasure of words that the Spirit will speak.
From trash into treasure, your scribbles can turn.
When given to God, there’s so much you will learn.
So write with endurance, write true, and write bold.
Your story can become a treasure shining like gold.
