~ THE SONG ~
For every living soul,
a melody's begun,
Upon our birth we sing
until this life is done.
Sometimes the song we sing,
we have to sing alone,
Sometimes the song itself
is our cornerstone.
Every day's a verse,
in which we sing our hymn,
Oft' times we lose our voice,
it simply cries within.
It is within these times,
the music seems to fade,
The song has lost its lilt
and we become afraid--
But never doubt, beloved,
the Helper's always near,
The Helper of the Helpless
will take away your fear.
He will put new songs
within your heart to sing,
New melodies, so beautiful,
like an angel's wing.
Lift your voice to Heaven
and gather strength from there,
Make your song an anthem,
make your song a prayer.
Sing it to the hurting,
sing it to a friend
The melody is playing…
the song without an end…
Sharon Frye
©
2003 used with permission
Heroes Of The
Heart
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