Spring prayer

Beneath the cotton billows, strewn across the sky,

I seek to see God's view of things, while breezes pass me by.

My heart is humming softly a tune that's sad and deep.

Though there's beauty all around, it doesn't seem to reach

Where my soul needs healing, where the hurts reside,

Down into the roots of pain that tease and taunt my mind.

How can so much beauty not lend me the wings

To fly as freely as the bird or let me also sing

A song of joy and laughter I so long to breathe,

Melodies of mockingbirds to replace the grief.

God of all that's living, teach me how to sing

As You touch the daffodils, make my Winter Spring.


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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