A Sacred Sound
A sound that all can hear,
Rang through the air,
Like the sound of water droplets hitting the ground,
A sound ringing through the air,
So crisp and clear and sharp as a crystal,
Ringing like bluebells and tinkling like glass,
The sound that all but you can hear,
Because it deafens your ear.
A sound too pure for the wicked to hear,
For all the wicked lie,
Deceiving themselves of their hearing and their lives,
A sound so pure and fresh and clear,
That only the good can withstand,
For the mighty power of it lightens one’s heart.
The prize that all the wicked don’t deserve.
The prize that was meant for all that repented and lived a pure life,
The sound of Angels calling,
The sound of life returning.
If you can hear it,
Then it would mean that you’ve become pure.
A joke you say?
Why yes,
For no one is pure,
But this sound is for those,
For those who have tried,
And are willing to try to live a pure life.
So to all those who try,
This sound should echo forever in your lives,
A sound so pure that all who deserve it could hear,
The sound that emits from within one’s heart.
Tears From Up Above
Rain that falls from Heaven
Are actually tears from God
For every person that dies
He cries 2 tears
For every person with sorrow-filled hearts,
He cries 2 more
For every person who despises life
He cries even more
How many tears does he have to let go
For all to know
That God loves you more that anything
More than the sun
More than the stars
More than anything thing he has created.
How many more?
How many more?
Does he have to cry forever?
Does he have to cry for you?
He has a choice to choose
But he chose to cry for you.
Cherish these tears for they are not to be taken for granted.
Tears from God are precious
Tears that last and never end
Drowning us in love and sorrow
 Esmi711 · Wed Apr 04, 2007 @ 02:53am · 0 Comments |
