My eyes are open windows,
Through which my heart can see
The loveliness of nature
That God points out to me.
My purpose, as a poet,
Is to glorify His name;
And to picture Nature’s beauty,
Seeking neither wealth…nor fame.
If I use the words He gave me,
Putting thoughts and dreams to rhyme,
I may, someday, leave my footprints
Upon the sands of time.