Life Was Just Happening

In a darker day,
In the pain and the sickness,
From underneath something scarred and torn
I can still see a light shining.

On nights when cold dreams
Blow through this sleepy town
And windowpanes shutter their last resistance,
I can still hear hope singing love's song.

And she has a voice so beautiful
That everyone stops to listen,
At least for a little while,
To the promise she mentions.

And I can't sleep
(How could I have slept?)
Until I meet her in the moonlight
And she smiles at me one more time.

Hope, where have you gone?
Hope, I can see you burning underneath.
This one is for you,
That maybe one day you’ll come home

And we will all have our hearts burst with light
And laughter that finds our new song for us.

To Sing a New Song

Sing a new song…
Hm.

My spirit longs,
But flowery words are never quite enough, are they?
There's always a simpler, truer
Way to say what one wants to say.
But it's never quite said,
It's just longed for,
And how long it is.

And yet a song…

The love of Elohim is more beautiful
Than any rose and more than any flower.
And the love of Elohim is strong,
Stronger than any manmade tower.
And the love of Yahweh is moving,
Such that you can sit still and feel its power.

And so.
But how about a new song?

Here I am, once again…

No, a new song.
A song of freedom this time, and just as honest—
One that bursts up from the depths
And falls from the sky
And floats through the air.

Can you hear the melody?