In your search for insight, suddenly you’ve found
Mustard seeds of inspiration all around.
But is the knowledge tree they’ve formed too much for you?
Because there’s good and maybe evil in it too.
Despite the saying, “He who hesitates is lost,”
To publish involves counting up the cost.
What is the wisest way to use each word?
Without the Lord, your focus will get blurred.
When many mustard seeds of faith bombard your mind,
Do you have strength to type them in one at a time?
Or do they seem to lack all reason and all rhyme?
The sorting process does not feel sublime.
You feel impressed to type them right away,
But as you do, why not close your eyes and pray?
Ask God for wisdom, let Him show you how,
Instead of sowing those mustard seeds “right here, right now.”
So many mustard seeds of faith spring up,
But which ideas go inside each cup
Of the tale you have such fervency to share?
Does each idea belong? If so, then where?
You wish you knew where each idea should go,
But sorting through ideas can be slow.
Plus, if they clash, they’re sure to rock the flow,
And who wants to get caught in the undertow?
For the author who would not remain obscure,
It helps to have a writing stream that’s pure
And doesn’t feel like rapids hitting rocks
With spray that blinds your eyes and soaks you socks.
(It’s like a quake. You feel the aftershocks)
For seeds of thoughts that make your mountain move
Can also make you trip and lose your groove
Unless they’re forged with wisdom from above,
Tried in the fire of God’s perfect love.
And though book passion may be easy to ignite,
A novel may take many weeks to write,
But if learning to discern is your delight,
Then God will surely help you win the fight.
Cry out for wisdom, cry out for knowledge, cry out to Jesus.