April 11, 2012 § 1 Comment


Just a note, a sweet single note…

A piano song and you show me once, you show me once more

that I am not dead, that I own a soul

that my heart, though it aches… that my heart is still well.


Though it’s not my voice that which I hear

though it’s someone else who whispers to your ear

I can still believe, in silent, silent tears

it’s me who speaks.


One word, one solid, absolute word

and I am back at your door.

back at your doorstep, knocking to enter the world;

the world of all possible, the world of all mercies

the God who is a dreamer, this God of my own.
The comforter’s here…


One string, a single cry of the violin,

ot is all I need to come here

to surrender, free from my own beliefs.


Dive in refreshing and calm sea… let us dive in.


Confronted to the rest, confronted to what’s left.


Oh one word! the one right now being sung

A miracle happens here, a miracle indeed

deep inside of me… deep inside of me…


In truth and verity, in me.


No more pretensions, no more hip wisdom

No condemnation, oh no dissections, no complex thought

but a miracle, just a miracle,

all the while it’s being sung.


Miracle of your love, miracle of your voice

soft calling late at night, wooing back my mind;

back into peacefulness, back into light

such as my lamp dimly shining, letting me write that:

that which though not my words, and not my notes and not my song,

is nonetheless my very own love song.


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  • The Baf says:

    It is so awesome that the Living Word did come, and calls our names. He breaths new life into those areas that were dry and barren. He indeed gives us a new song.

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