Almighty Author, I inscribe
In testimony to Your grace
This life which You must dictate here
Upon the brand-new page’s face.
Each flowing stroke, each dotted “i”
Will only be at Your command
And though my pen may seem my tool
I am the tool in Your hand.
Forbid my words to wander listless
Or leave the margin of this line
But teach them all to render clearly
Your story, till the end of time.
As faithful an amanuensis
Will write each word as You portend
And seal them with Your spirit’s blessing
A witness to the world, I send.
O free the song we write together
Of anger, worry, fear or sin
And when on earth my hands do falter
In heav’n revive my trailing pen.