I do it for

I do it for myself and my well runs dry.

I do it for myself and my pen runs out of ink,

my voice grows course and cracked.

I do it for myself and my

ideas die,

energy fades and

crashes.

I do it for my own glory and

it tarnishes.

When I do it for You,

I shine;

I shine Your light.

When I do it for You, the ideas are abundant and beautiful.

When I do it for You, the pen never stops flowing.

The well overflows with

ideas, and creativity, and joy,

and sorrow, and ecstasy, and pain, and inspiration.

When I do it for You the energy never runs out.

I’m always full.

When I do it for myself, my energy runs down.

I whither.

I run dry.

I die.