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A Willing Instrument
In the stillness,
ideas flood my mind.
I reach for an instrument
to announce and advance
my plan.
Stubby, yellow pencil,
you stand ready,
firm and sharp,
willing to sacrifice
your innermost being.
Never offering
arguments or excuses,
you move at my bidding,
leaving marks
that change the world.
You inspire me
to rest in
God's hand,
trusting His plan,
serving faithfully.
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