Amelia and Joan

How do I write such perfection?
It is like another hand has written it for me?
Yet, there it is in my handwriting,
There it is in my original drafts...
Curiously, I am that good of a writer.
It's like a word, which isn't mine,
Comes to my mind, and writes perfection.
It is the providential guidance of the Holy Spirit.
That is all I can say...
For His thoughts are not my thoughts;
And He has given liberally to me,
So that I may one day meet my Bride
Mercy, and kiss her with Peace, 
And consummate my tongue through Wisdom.