The Echo Returns Not
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Written on March 6, 2025
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When it hurts – when there is hope
when in pain, when darkness fades
when the light dims, shadows stay
falling on the dusk, in silent grief
stilling the breath, a troubled night
when it feels like the heart is breaking
when there is doubt and love is forsaking
when the feelings burn like a distant rain
when the miracle won’t come,
and the heart seems older than the earth
when the silence remembers
the last beautiful moment, so still
when hope is not a part of the spirit
and the ringing in the ears
it is like a music that sings fear
when the moments are filled with shame
and the burdens color the air in disgrace
when all is said and done…
when the hopes are surely gone,
Pray, pray for the Lord’s light to shine
Pray for the heart to find its smile
Pray for peace to write its rhyme
Pray for the love that is so alive
Pray for God to answer and define
What is good and what is right
What is meant for the soul’s cry…
Pray and let God work
He can burn away the hurt
He can set the captive free
He is alive and we all agree
He is worth everything to me
He is the light, the love, the peace
He is the reason I can see –
Despite the hurt that sometimes blinds me.
Pray and let Him be
the love that sets hearts free
Pray and don’t forget to praise
Because His love will always amaze
Pray, pray – pray for His grace
to wipe away the pain
and stir the heart to believe
His love is alive and it’s completely free!
Pray and believe
He is the reason I can see
His love heals the worst in me
His light shines through the dark
He is the very air I breath
He is the reason I will never be
… without a hope, without a peace
Without the love that flows through me
I keep praying because I believe – He is the love that gives my heart its sincerity.
He is the love that never fades or wanes.
His love is strong and restores right where there was wrong.
Keep praying and always know, He is the hope that keeps faith sound
He is the One I will forever depend on
He is God and I’m the child who sings – a melody
light of love falling from the guitar’s strings,
richest melody, a song that was meant to be!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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