When you sit down to write with sparkle and flair,
And hope the crowd will all cheerfully stare,
Be careful, dear writer, what goal you pursue—
For applause is a toy that won’t carry you through.
If claps are your motive and fame is your prize,
You may gather some fans and delight a few eyes.
But that’s all you’ll get—just a moment of praise,
A glitter that flickers and quickly decays.
But write for the hurting, the lost, and the blue.
Write something that offers hope shining through.
Write truth for healing and a chance to restore—
For kindness keeps echoing forevermore.
When you write for God’s whisper instead of the crowd,
Your work stands unshaken, your purpose unbowed.
For words turned to service and love in each line
Can brighten a lifetime many sparkles divine.
So scribble with courage. Let selfishness cease.
Write stories and sentences sprinkled with peace.
For writing that’s rooted in love, not applause,
Will carry a value that lives beyond its cause.
