Surrounded
I am surrounded
by the voices of
many;
lifted,
united
in song to worship
the One.
Melodies echoing,
reverberating in my own
silence.
I hear
the harmony of my faith
being restored by the whispers of
the Redeemer
to my tender, bleeding heart.
Crescendo-ing prayers of saints and sinners alike
rise above the rafters
on wings of the chords that
strike my heart and
draw me closer to those
that have suffered in faith before,
only to see the dawn
each morning and
hope restored in the
Sustainer of melodies.
29 January 2006
Who am I?
- Becca
- follower of Christ, wife, expectant mother, friend, confidant, daughter, sister, girlfriend, aspiring writer, party-thrower
2 comments:
That's wonderful! Bear and I are always walking to where the sidewalk ends, but I've never thought of it that way.
Thanks, Nina.
The irony of the sidewalk ending strikes me every time we walk "that far!" The dog sometimes is hesitant to go past it out into the grass.... she has a thing with boundaries... maybe it's from her collar. ;)
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