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I don’t think I shall ever see Come to light, the song writer in me. It’s a talent quite elusive, One I wasn’t granted, so sad, so exclusive. What kind of song would I write Were the ability mine? A song about Jesus In strong tender rhyme. I’m a child of the sixties, Spent many hours rocking with The Beatles, The Stones, The Animals, and others. Glorifying God wasn’t one of my druthers. But God has changed me in the years since then. Thankfully, I’m not what I might have been. A new genre of song He’s put in my heart. It’s all about Him, I declare from the start. So, what kind of song would I write Were the ability mine? Praise and thanksgiving Would fill every line. Believers of every stripe would sing Its verses with joy, Heaping glory, and honor Upon Jesus, their King. But it seems the ability is not mine to claim, Ability to write songs praising His Name. But I don’t question what might have been. What counts is He saved me from my sin. The Pinecone | July 2026 • 9 • TOPIC OF THEMONTH: Writer’s Choice - You choose the topic. Poetry &Writing Club COME JOIN THE CLUB Monday, July 6th at 9:30 am in the LCR ODE TO THE SONGWRITER INME Poemby Ken Carver Ken Carver Flo Seward Our memories are gifts from God. Helping us choose the path we trod. Now that I’ve lived nearly a century, I know, Those old memories seem to come and go. It is in the evening when I retire, Pull up the cover and close my eyes, That those memories come rushing back. Some feel like a bitter attack. I’ve tried to live a Christ-like life, Endured a long marriage full of strife. But with faith in Your promises, I have endured, Rearing five children who live Godly and pure. Your love has protected me all through these years. Happiness has been mine. I’ve shed few tears. Take me soon. I am weary and gray. Though it is not my will. You have the final say. I’ll not bring my body, all old and wrinkled. My ashes I leave for family to sprinkle. Take me and use me for Your purpose each day. To bring faith to the living as they find their way. Then we’ll all be united in Your kingdom above, Doing Your will in a place filled with love. MEMORIES Poemby Flo Seward