between the notes of the hearts song
and the blessing held in trust in the soul
I pray for the gift of atunement
to the One who inspires us so
some call you the muse
the one who speaks to all our inner needs
the one who is the dreamer and the dream
addicted to the promise and the possibilities
for there is this unheard mystic chord
that lifts us to the presence of the Lord
where this divine energy poured forth
from the sacred hope of our last resort
So where would the rejects and broken ones be sold
when the power of their faith fades and grows old
so tested under those questions that you raise
that they seek asylum in your sacred grace
and somewhere between the sound of raindrops
and the time it takes for the flower to grow
I would like to offer to you one spring Rose
from the shadow of the rainbow
from the secret Garden that I know
where i seek peace and shelter from the cold
and perhaps that’s where I’ll find that holy chord
and your inspired words to sanctify my soul
there are echoes that remind us
your inspiration comes in mysterious ways
so I seek the little magic found here
in that strange power over me you display
for the miracle of Your love is so precious
That I’ll continue to write and pray
And Offer these reflections that come between
The darkness of night and the coming day
And place them as a prayer in a wailing wall
And speak them in the silence of my praise
