|
| |
In Stars Above
I’m in an open field,
beneath the heavens and the stars.
I pour out my heart in song,
while the river of my grief flows with turbulence and turmoil.
I look up at the sky;
in the stars, I see hope.
In the moving clouds, I perceive a passage,
an emergence from the tendrils of the night.
My voice echoes in the space;
the wind carries my sound
to the throne of mercy, where I long for it to go.
I desire a blooming meadow.
The night hides its treasures in the stars;
these guide our hearts to Zion’s gate.
Redemption flows like a stream;
we see beyond today.
I’m absorbed in the songs I sing,
enveloped by their lyrics.
They resonate and resound,
as tears and tranquillity mingle.
Copyright ©
Thompson Emate
|
|