An aspiring writer sat waiting for signs from above,
For perfect directions, for proof of God’s love.
But faith doesn’t wait till the map is all shown.
You follow the whisper and trust what’s unknown.
So write when it’s cloudy, and write when it’s clear,
For God will guide your hands while you steer.
Keep holding his hand as he writes through your pen.
He’ll show “where” and “how” if you write “now,” not “when.”
