Hope and the Heartfelt (c) Songbird 2005
Stars awake my mind with images of grandeur
Standing on a precipice before the crowd, I see
Lost and the lonely,
The forgiven, the forgotten
Each one of you precious
In the Father's eyes to be.
Silent Whispers crowd my mind with thoughts of wanting more.
Lying down with death quite near, I listen to the sound.
Hope and the Hearfelt
The Sympathy, the tears
Each one of you needing to be held
In your Father's arms here.