Beatrice Boyle - A Poets Prayer lyrics

Would that I were a Poet Words tripping from my tongue As j**els of silver and gold Entrancing all who hear them Like all the Masters of old Words so eloquent They ignite a pa**ion In the hearts of all who hear Bringing them ever closer To those they hold so dear Words to sooth the heartbreak Of a grieving widow At the grave Or a mother who has lost a child That medical science couldn't save Sweet words of love Of young lovers newly found Rea**uring words of comfort To a cherished spouse That's Heaven bound Oh Lord, the ultimate Poet From which this talent stems I humbly ask your indulgence And give me the gift Of these precious gems