Sounds of Life


What was he doing, our great Gods plan?
With the sound of a great mighty wind
He gives life an eternal meaning for man
Sweeping, washing away his sin.

Staves of acclamation resound!
From the recesses of the heart!
With accentual stress of sounds
Rhythm abounds, setting us apart.

Life’s sound is a path with no end
Stretching before us like a continous train
An experience on which we depend
A souls gift providing refrain!

Life’s hill to climb, causing rose pedaled cheeks
A valley to ascend, closing the ears
Look up to an eastern white clouds peaks!
For in his throne room, he dries our tears.


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