Monday 31 March 2014

Seeing Grace

When the wind goes quiet,
And my heart's in silence,
And the world around me's fading away,

When words aren't spoken,

And storms aren't for hopin',
When everything else looks away...

That's when I see Grace

Shining down on me
When all the world is a haze.
Through the darkness I hear,
A still small voice that says,
"I've been here always."

When I've walked in silence,

Amidst the shadows in despair,
And when I'd become one myself,

There was but one reason,

That kept me believing,
When everything else looked away.

That's when I saw Grace

Shining down on me
When all the world was a haze.
Through the darkness I heard,
A still small voice that said,
"I've been here always."

And I can't tell you a moment,

Since or before, 
That I haven't traced the lifetime of love.
Though I didn't know the reasons,
Though it took me a while to see, 
Once my eyes had been opened, 
There's nowhere I'd rather be
Than in the light of the grace that I've seen!

Because when I saw Grace

Shining down on me
When all the world was a haze.
Through the darkness I heard,
A still small voice that said,
"I've been here always."
"I'll be here always."

Thursday 20 March 2014

Summer Rain

Pitter Patter.
The incessant drizzle.
Drumming in her head.
Drumming around her.

But the window is open,
Not a drop is falling.
Where is the rain?
Where is the sun?

Where is the giver of life anew?
Where is that which makes old things new?
Why does she hear it thundering through?
Why can she not see through the draught?

The silence resonates.
Mind muddled.
Where is the light?
Summer radiates with no sun?