I’d, humble, walk the narrow path
With Jesus, Savior, Lord,
And by His gift, I’ll praise Him with
The pen as my bronze sword.
I cannot sing or carry tunes;
No music can I play,
But God has blessed me with a gift,
A talent, so “they” say.
(And onward, Christian Soldier, write
As going off to war,
For God’s salvation set thee free
To walk His Golden Shore!)
I’d wield a lowly poet’s pen,
Not out of duty’s call,
But out of Love for Jesus Christ;
He is great, and I am small.
So if my pen—His gift—is in
Accordance with His plan,
I want to share my God with His
Salvation for all men.