God Gave Me A Pencil

It’s not just a gift, it’s an outlet
Christ saved me
It’s not just a gift, it’s an outlet
Christ gave me
that I might be saved from being trapped,
saved from suffocation
My thoughts lacked category merely dark
Had me suffering from strangulation
God, gave me a pencil

It’s not just a gift, it’s an outlet
Christ saved me
It’s not just a gift, it’s an outlet
Christ gave me
A home from penitentiary
A door that allows me entry
Into a bright light of clarity
I smear this graphite on a page
And its pure mental prosperity
God, thank you for this pencil

God gave me a pencil,
His Spirit moves through it
So I don’t write lightly
If you can just comprehend that
It’s more than a gift, so I hold on to it tightly
I’d be dead,
If I didn’t write boldly
If I didn’t pour out my heart
The chains of slavery would hold me

Buried dead beneath these lethal thoughts
I can’t feel a thing
God gave me a pencil
Spirit, breathe