Some read 'His Inspirations', which exults Our Savior Divine 

and think to themselves...'my, my’…the writer...must be 'saint'  sublime  

but no one could hardly know of her…

long ago...pine 

You see, Jesus, He plucked her from the filth, said 'come my child... bind' 

and when, at last, she accepted His hand  

they sat...and oh, how they did dine, so fine!  

He took away the 'grass'...one day at a time 

He rebuked the drinking, replacing it with His True Vine 

cursing and other carnalities dissipated slowly… eyes were opened

 no longer blind

Astounding, albeit...a once worldly maggot 

who feasted wildly on pride's slime  

was chosen by Almighty God to bring forth 'His' inspired rhymes  

Now, often along the way, she’s tripped and fallen  

ah, but His Love, ever sweet and kind  

Has always helped her up, placing her…right back in line 

To barrel's bottom...thru the stench and miry grime 

the Lamb of Calvary reached...reached to call her 'Thine ' 

Yes...a present poet of our Living God an instrument...some may now

 term...fine 

once wandered through this world…..so lost 

...So Tarnished 

but...for a time