Blank page staring back at me.

Heart full, wanting to write.

Not knowing how to express it all;

So i wait.

Blank page staring back at me.

Mind racing with no place to start;

So i wait.

Blank page staring back at me.

He gently whispers in my ear, my heart.

How can you write if you have not met with me,

the writer of your soul,

the giver of your breath,

the maker and very essence of your passion and desire?

I hear Him this morning through my blank page.

Warm tears roll down my cheeks.

Yes Lord, I hear you.

I need your filling before I can be emptied out on blank pages.

You are a blank page that He longs to write upon.  Don’t forget to meet with the author of your soul.

Psalm 63:1-8

1 O God, you are my God;



I earnestly search for you.


My soul thirsts for you;


my whole body longs for you


in this parched and weary land


where there is no water.


2 I have seen you in your sanctuary


and gazed upon your power and glory.


3 Your unfailing love is better than life itself;


how I praise you!


4 I will praise you as long as I live,


lifting up my hands to you in prayer.


5 You satisfy me more than the richest feast.


I will praise you with songs of joy.


6 I lie awake thinking of you,


meditating on you through the night.


7 Because you are my helper,


I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.


8 I cling to you;


your strong right hand holds me securely.