A Psalm: Your Voice

When I spoke with You I felt the rhythm in Your voice

It gave me the push to wake the solo song singing in me,

It made the ink in me flow

Guiding as I let my words sow

Your voice caged the fear in me

Showered on me pieces of life sweets

It drove me through the quietness of the cloud

And the mighty forest line swooshing loud

Your voice calls out from the mountain ranges

Letting the echo thunder across the lowly valleys

In the evening wind You speak

Light are the words You spoke

In the starry night, You sing

For a weary shepherd, waiting

Your blessing and voice has become a great inspiration

And I am thankful, dear Lord for all You have done


Masked lover

Sweet are your words and talking

Even softer are the touch of your hands

But the moments the scales came falling

It was crystal clear you never had loved