TO THE MOST HIGH

A melody without lyrics A hymn without an orchestra A throng’s lips in Holy accord Bowed in worship, legions of knees fall Holy! Holy! Holy! In one harmony from all sphere’s we sing your praise Henceforth whatever reasons are, in your courts we need be, Dilapidated as we be precipitate Down the duplicitous declivities of… Continue reading TO THE MOST HIGH

SON’S SONG SUNG

It’s all so wrong Condemnation of the mind So I’m scribbling this letter To make it all better These words might sound sad Like goodbye forever But they‘re only meant to bring you blessings Think of me from now wherever you are Don’t cry, but laugh in hope, son, ‘Cause hope is all we have… Continue reading SON’S SONG SUNG