Every day when I wake I feel sorrow and pain.
With my feet on the floor I struggle to gain
Enough strength to force this body upright.
Going through the motions, first steps are taken
Slowly, so slowly, the cobwebs are shaken,
Darkness recedes from strengthening light.
Things of yesterday have not all been burned
In the fire, nor have they all been turned
To ashes. Some now glow as the refiner’s gold.
Joy’s hands reach in with warmth and start
To touch and heal this tired heart
With songs of praise both new and old.
God is Love.
melodynamic 