WHEN I WRITE, IT’S LIKE MARY AND HER ALABASTER BOX
THE GREAT THINGS GOD DOES, MY HEART UNLOCKS,
I CAN’T HELP BUT TO POUR OUT MY PRAISE
FOR I KNOW MY GOD HAS BEEN THERE FOR ME IN SO MANY WAYS,
THE TRIALS AND THE TESTS ARE THE PRICE I PAY
TO, IN THESE POEMS KNOW WHAT TO SAY,
WHEN I WRITE, MY LOVE FOR MY GOD IS IN EVERY POEM
FOR MY APPRECIATION IS WHAT I’M TRYING TO SHOW EM,
WHEN I WRITE, IF BY CHANCE YOU SHOULD SEE ME CRY
HE’S DONE SO MUCH FOR ME IS THE REASON WHY,
IF YOU KNEW IN DEPTH WHAT GOD HAS REALLY DONE FOR ME
YOU’D SEE WHY I POUR MY PRAISE ON HIM CONTINUALLY,
I HAD NOTHING TO LIVE FOR AND NOTHING TO GAIN
BEFORE CHRIST CAME INTO MY LIFE TO REIGN,
THANK YOU LORD IS WHAT I SAY EVER TIME I WRITE
FOR NO MATTER WHAT I GO THROUGH, MY GOD ON MY BEHALF DOES FIGHT,
WHEN I WRITE IT’S JUST MY WAY OF EXPRESSING TO GOD HOW I FEEL
FOR IN MY LIFE HE’S SHOWN HIMSELF TO BE SO REAL,
LIKE MARY I’VE BEEN FORGIVEN OF SO MUCH
WHEN I WRITE I WANT MY WORDS, THE HEART OF GOD TO TOUCH.

Penned By:
Irene Lara (c)2003
San Antonio, Texas