I have a little brown book

It is a logbook for my soul

Like a bubbling brook

My mind runs along its pages

Marking black streams through their white soil

I have a little brown book

It is a doorway to expression

A fire escape for the ideas inside of me

An invitation to step into a quiet space

And let the silent voices speak

My little brown book

Is my instrument of worship

It sings when I play it

Presenting praise to my Heavenly Father

Describing His beauty

Marvelling at His character

Resting in the sweetness of His presence

My little brown book

Is my heart’s translator

It gives words to my feelings 

Teaching them to speak

Illuminating their essence

Thoughts freeflowing

Like ink from a pen

Ideas, like butterflies

Swoop and soar before me

Their colours incandescent

Capturing my gaze

Inspiring me

So I take out my pen

And write in my little brown book