With Pen in Hand

As I go out today

The bright morning sun comes my way

Little butterflies dance around me

Thy beauty caused my eyes to see

Step by step, I look and found

The things that showed God’s grace abound

The joy, the grief, the faces of men

Curiously drops in the ink of my pen

Every sight, every camaraderie

comes in story in my memory

but mind is weak and is never satisfied

But in my paper, there it will abide

With my pen in hand, and a paper close by

I can take a grip of who I was and who am I

Step by step, little by little, day by day

It is written, every detail that I might not say