Let It Be said

Let It Be Said

May I go on record as
One whose grateful lips have tasted
Of the sweetest nature has ,
On whose eyes no day was wasted .
May these humble ears be noted ,
For the melodies they heard ,
Pouring from the golden throated
Robin and the Mocking bird .
In the faded pages of
The musty volume of the years ,
Beneath the chapter labeled Love
Inscribe my smiles but not my tears .
List my name among the lowly,
Lest this heart be puffed with pride ,
All that’s good and all that’s holy ,
Will not justly be denied .

These two feet were made to travel ,
Down whatever road He leads
And these two hands to unravel
Tender bloom from bitter weed .
Mine the pen ,but His the phrases,
And whatever these have stirred ,
Be it naught save what upraises
Each man closer to the Lord .
Jan Bagwell