Wednesday, January 26, 2011

FROM THE LOFT

Gratefully collapsing
Resting from the rest
Existing just for you
Longing to give my best
Hidden treasures tucked away
Shining beneath the stars
Listening intently to your voice
Playing quiet rythyms on my guitar
Receiving healing, songs, and sounds
To feed the hungry hearts and lay their thinking down...

From the loft
Prayers are spoken
Peace covers me
Hope fills the air
All my troubles
Like waters gone by
I am confident
My Redeemer is near.