A heart that loves only God,
Becomes the most beautiful instrument,
That only plays love songs,
Its melody starts deep in my stomach,
And becomes a voice that sings continuously,
It sings out daily God praise.
I know the blues,
The pain of betrayal,
For a while it was my lament,
I thought it came from my failure,
From this pain I heard the most beautiful voice,
That became my healing source.
Enemies come and go,
The seek only their own good,
They miss the joy of true love,
The understanding of a personal love song,
Sung by their creator,
Instead they create a cacophony of sound,
Seeking to drown out their own hate,
Choosing anything but love.
Today I stopped to listen,
I needed to pause,
The deafening hate noise was too much,
When I stopped,
I could hear my Lord’s song again,
Tonight I will sleep with his love song lullaby,
The restful sleep of a much loved child.