Oh Writer’s Block, Thy Name is Doubt

Oh writer’s block, thy name is doubt

Because of how you scream and shout,

And try to keep me from success

By magnifying my distress.

 

I hate you, scurvy writer’s block,

Because you tick tock like a clock,

Reminding me I can’t have fun

Until my editing is done.

 

“You have revised the thousandth time,

But it is not enough,” you chime.

Then, like a slave, I bend my back

Beneath the weight of this huge stack

 

I’ve edited for several years.

But still you holler in my ears,

“You’re ten miles from the finish line!”

You make me wish that prize was mine!

 

Then you remind me with a grin

That more plot holes must be filled in.

“Each time I check your manuscript,

I see where somebody might trip

 

Upon an inconsistency.”

I hate the way you mock at me

And give me zero breath to pause

As I repair the grammar flaws

I accidentally broke because

 

I lacked the patience to re-read

Those passages I fixed with speed.

But such errors have been unearthed

Since then, I wonder how I birthed

 

A book so riddled with mistakes.

They rose like bubbles in pancakes.

How did this work I can’t ignore

Turn into such a grueling chore?

 

And now I can’t see past this block,

Which ticks like Granddad’s booming clock,

Whose second hand I can’t ignore.

It asks me who my novel’s for.

 

“How will you market? Will it sell?

Most books these days do not sell well

Unless you hand them out for free,

But that won’t bring prosperity.”

 

Oh, writer’s block, thy name is Doubt.

For you don’t know what I’m about,

But question if I have the clout

To use my writings to cast out

 

The demons that attack my voice.

So then, you’ve given me no choice

But to throw out your losing dice,

Though it may be a sacrifice.

 

By grace I’ll tap into God’s heart,

Through faith take part in joyful art,

And always point to God above,

Who reaches out to us in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Healing Tunes and Downloads

I. You Need Healing Tunes

 

You need healing tunes and downloads in your head

Instead of songs that fill your mind with dread.

For some tunes clog your ears with so much junk,

They can get you in an uptight funk.

It’s because those passageways are all connected

In more ways than you may have suspected!

 

If suddenly you start to cough and sneeze,

Could it be because you heard the sick man wheeze

While belting out a song you dared to hear,

Even though it’s poison in your ear?

You need healing tunes and downloads in your head

Instead of songs that fill your mind with dread.

 

II. There’s Power in Praise

 

Healing tunes and violent tunes don’t mix.

But what do you do when you need a “fix”?

Perhaps you’re like a rabbit

Caught in a bad habit,

Jumping here and there,

Never getting anywhere.

 

If so, I’ve got to ask:

 

Have you been downloading “I” tunes

Given to you by the big goons?

If you say your ear’s been itch-in’,

And your senses, they’ve been twitch-in’

 

For a little bit of good news

That won’t make you blow some new fuse,

Then why not take your “old man” headset

And throw it where it’s sure to get wet?

 

Electrocute the devil’s bad scheme

By drowning it inside the cool stream

Of God’s pure and living Word,

The greatest healing tunes you’ve ever heard.

 

They’re based upon the One true rock

Whose truth has power to unlock

The greatest dreams within your soul.

He has the power to make you whole.

 

So, instead of twiddling your two thumbs,

Do something good for your eardrums.

If you don’t like the bitter speak,

Then learn to turn the other cheek

 

So you can hear God’s holy music.

Take the time now to infuse it.

Scorch your hell-on-wheels CD

Of digitized conformity

 

That’s always set on “me, me, me”

(they said it was a “great deal” freebee,

But it can cost you an eternity)

Why not instead, choose news that’s free?

 

Before your ears start spewing smoke

(Which may at first seem like a joke),

Pour heaven’s gold dust in your ear.

It clears the wax so you can hear.

 

Try listening to the angels cheer

And pretty soon your head will clear.

If you desire to be made well,

Then sing with heaven, stomp on hell.

 

It’s your decision. Don’t think twice,

But listen to your God’s advice.

Instead of fearing so much jeering,

Read the Word to help your hearing.

 

If you thank God for everything,

Then your sound bites will lose their sting.

It might not happen right away,

But comes through patience as you obey.

 

Although your flesh may want to riot,

You can teach it to be quiet

Through worship destined to impart

Tunes designed to heal your heart.

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