In A Word
Broken words, syllables in tortured hearts, need
breathing out nouns and verbs, memories
of moments when life was more certain, time’s greed
breaking away the adjectives, the sentences
still as light, falling soft on the spirit who can read
love into the clinging vines, roses who tremble
in the rustling winds, beside the sea, heart’s bleed
wiping away the tears of yesterday’s distress
the stories become poetry in colors who’ve agreed…
broken words, broken dreams, broken hearts
they remember the faith – grace who saved,
inklings of faded memories know that love starts
blessing the stories, the silent dreams, the poetry
who falls into the sea of yesterday, in still parts
feelings blown by winds who see that our God
He brought us through the lonely seas, as He imparts
Music that reveals the history of a soul who’ll rejoice
giving love that comes alive, certain it never departs.
Broken words – broken words – Can you hear?
beneath the nouns and the verbs, the sound so clear
broken wings who never soar beyond the fear
where He goes, I’ll ever follow – His love is so sincere!
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