Hearts are humbled
to the sounds of hymns.
Your favorite verses
resonate as the movement
of grace falls around us.
The ministry of music
makes a wave among
the curious contender.
Bless the best kept
secrets of sound,
the lingering spirits
the soul has found.
Welcome sinners
and hide
in the love
of every blessing.
Let changing hearts grow
from fallen chains.
Rejoice in finding
the wandering sheep,
focus on the shepherds' keep.
The never lost flock-
filled with the glory
of God’s reach.
Within his reign above
is bounty and endless love.
Why is your pain so special?
To kill
abuse
use until you choose to die
take a life
suffer alone
push until they fall away
love them so much they cannot stay.
Raise your gun to my dismay
your voice
hand
price of my life.
Pride too big to swallow
and you wallow
in your prison cell
where your fate is your shell.
With God be her glory,
where fellowship,
a joy divine,
distracts her
from her healing pain.
Run to the church
and pray your debts
to the Almighty.
Dedicate your hope
to build on nothing less
than mournful holiness.
Gather at His Humble Hands
to hold her crumbling heart.
A beautiful word
as her voice carries
in this place of thinning faith.
The weeping widow
spider spins a web
of her soul's sincerest desires.
Then shares the bread
of new loneliness.