12:50AM
Standing at my computer its 12:50AM.
Listening to music in a foreign language.
I can hear her pain and instantly gravitated to words I can not understand while the euphoria from her voice continues to build in my heart
Music is powerful.
David would soothe King Saul when tormented by the wicked cast upon him by the Lord.
Its now 1:09AM having googled the translation from Swahili to English.
It sinks in even more.
He has always been here for me
Waiting for me to understand.
To make sense of the mess I've made.
The lyrics read;
"I am hurt, I am hurt I am wounded in my soul.
Because my heart is shattered (bursting with pain)
Please heal my wound.
My Lord, I am asking. Heal me, I am broken"
Blessed am I to have these ears to hear an angel sing.
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