Silence Is Gracious

The window is ajar and I’m feeling blue like the ocean of commotion in motion The breeze has been brilliantly blowing and I’m a meek winner – it’s not upsetting The sun's glorious rays are all aglow and, love, I already know, not by mere emotion, That suave-flowing success is spiritually refreshing and I’m slowly, but surely progressing I hear the silence of your sacred prayer and everything I see the silence and the souls that fly airborne, that fly airborne I can feel gracious silence around me, my precious darling I can taste the teardrops from my bitter eyes – I was so forlorn My glorious strength and the smell of bravery pervades the atmosphere It overwhelms my ascending spirits of godly traits without a trace of fear Silence is gracious…silence is gracious…silence is gracious… Chaos is not precious…noise is making me feel precarious…