The work that I do leaves a mark
An outcome that comes as a result
Is meant to be

I wrangle with my words
Choosing what is best to match inklings
Enduring the impatience of others

We wait for the Final Glory
Where Christ chooses their fate
What they do with it is up to them

So with that my life is sustained
United beyond everything
Misunderstood at best

I live because I became love
Desiring nothing else from others
Love that lives never dies