I still hear it...
These golden notes flow through my mind
Clear as when You first sang them to me
Even in this darkest night
Beneath warming down and cotton,
I twist and turn within my skin
Unable to pretend...
The night’s peace will not carry me away.
Sweating like a youth,
Pacing like one gone mad
This evening brings no respite
I hear Your blessed music
And my soul rises in adoration
I am recreated with each note
My soul is bejeweled by Your symphony of blessings
Many times have I heard Your song
Many times have I sung the notes with You
Today’s song was different
The wind lent its voice
The trees bent their new grown leaves to add to the melody
Every bird and beast was in your melody
I was strung within the chorus, an instrument You have mastered
I hang there still, a note in your golden songs
You have repainted my soul's walls with gold and silver notes
You have swept away the dry leaves of winter with your song
Here I remain, your voice in my head
Your Notes within my heart
You words upon my lips.
- Chris Getz
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