Post by MIRIAM JACOB on May 20, 2010 3:53:12 GMT -5
GIFTS IN THE NIGHT
They begin as a whisper,
so distant, but so clear.
At first I’m not even sure
it’s the music that I hear.
How can the Anchor so strong
make sounds so feather-light
as He plays those songs of peace
for my soul in deep of night?
I am awakened slowly
by tender melodies,
in awe of my God’s presence,
yet my heart is set at ease.
Only then do the angels join
and they too sing to me.
Those special gifts from heaven,
oh, my midnight reveries.
If I could capture the words,
I’d share them all with you.
But Spirit sings to spirit
and there’s nothing I can do.
The music fades with consciousness,
but always leaves me changed.
Those special gifts from heaven,
compositions God arranged.
© JOYCE POOL
www.faithwriters.com/member-profile.php?id=2006
They begin as a whisper,
so distant, but so clear.
At first I’m not even sure
it’s the music that I hear.
How can the Anchor so strong
make sounds so feather-light
as He plays those songs of peace
for my soul in deep of night?
I am awakened slowly
by tender melodies,
in awe of my God’s presence,
yet my heart is set at ease.
Only then do the angels join
and they too sing to me.
Those special gifts from heaven,
oh, my midnight reveries.
If I could capture the words,
I’d share them all with you.
But Spirit sings to spirit
and there’s nothing I can do.
The music fades with consciousness,
but always leaves me changed.
Those special gifts from heaven,
compositions God arranged.
© JOYCE POOL
www.faithwriters.com/member-profile.php?id=2006