Writers who use their talents
In the service of their King
Have so little say
In whether they write or not;
Thoughts begin to flow,
Words are set to go,
And inspiration must be attended to,
With singleness of heart.
Those who do this gathering
Of thoughts from above
Inhabit a universe they're in --
But all too often not of --
Men and women who dwell apart.
You, world, are richer far
That these beings
Are as they are.
