There are many songs in life,
Some filled with worry and strife.
The kind that bring me down,
And turn my smile into a frown.
There are those that offer peace,
Solace for trials and sweet release.
The words penetrate my mind,
The notes so sweetly intertwine.
The score goes up the scale;
And traces the feelings so frail.
Life changes with it's rhythm,
Morphing into darkened prisms.
I cry to Jesus and sing PRAISES;
The symphony to Him I am raising.
At times I fear He does not hear....
My melodies are falling on deaf ears.
How can I go on in this endless tune?
When will comfort fill my room?
I write the song again and again,
Praying that it will not be in vain.
Then I remember the healing balm,
The tune and words to the right song.
Symphony of symphonies do appear,
Making music on my listening ears.
I raise my voice and thank God,
For Jesus Christ whose feet did trod.
Up to the cross on Calvary's hill,
To give me life; and He lives still!
His perfect salvation to me He gave,
Healing of my body, mind and trevail.
HE offered to me a living sacrifice,
HIS SYMPHONY lives within my life.
© Shy
January 21, 2008
Psalm 28: 7
The LORD is my strength and my
shield; my heart trusted in him, and
I am helped; therefore my heart greatly
rejoiceth; and with my song I will
PRAISE HIM ! |
