Frequency of Heaven
Tune into the frequency of heaven and start
Let that be the loudest melody within your heart
In the voice of the Body, let faith impart
Only by God's Hand, it is heaven’s art
In our weakness, in Him we trust
What is shattered, He will mend and adjust
Yesterday's harm, broken and rendered void
Turning graves into gardens, oh what a joy
From lack to abundance, seas to roadways
From mourning to dancing, ruins to hallways
Angels are sent to guard and to guide
We will walk on top of winds and glide
In our utter helplessness, He shines through,
Bridging and restoring, making all things new.
Copyright © Timothy A Edward | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment