"Lord,
    Let me be your instrument
    Let me sweetly sing your praise
    That I may tell of your glory
          For All of my days."

I still recall that girl
From so very long ago
Earnestly sending her prayer
That in song
    Her love for you would show

That girl is a women now
And still she cannot sing
So she often used to tell  herself
"Some things are not meant to be."

But then one day, she realized
God had answered her prayer
For with her pen she sings
    His praise
And with her words
    God's love she shares.