Here is a ballad ‘bout those Heroes of Bold
(And oft times italics) who write poems and prose.
They pour our their hearts and pour out their souls,
Sitting ‘round all day in their comfy bedclothes.
They volunteer parts of their time to the world,
Sharing deep thoughts from the Lord up above.
They write words of comfort to share with us all,
They work and they slave, ‘tis a labor of love.
In time, it’s all finished, and ready to share,
They give birth to a story, a life of it’s own.
No parent more proud, no sibling more loved.
They sea all the typos, and loudly they grown.
They’re filled with ideas that come spilling out,
That can’t be contained, the flood not denied.
The Lord’s their lifeguard, watching each word,
Catching each tear, on the keyboard that’s cried.
Everyone knows that laughter is good,
It heals broken hearts and gives them new wings.
Doctors of medicine can’t heal with a joke,
But the Heroes of Bold, our praises we sing.
Who are these Heroes of Bold, one might ask?
Are they pastors or teachers or workers abroad?
Be they firemen or policemen who watch over us?
Could be all the above, blessed by our God.
For FaithWriters are the Heroes of Bold,
Who prove every day ‘bout the pen and the sword.
They keep on a’writing, though not much has sold.
They all wield the two-edged sword of the Word.
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