Sunday 2 October 2022

Wordless

 It is here

In my wordless prayer

I still my soul

To meet you there


My words betray

My anxious thought

And so I kneel before you

As I ought

My inner longings

Long have taught

That my outward strivings 

Will come to naught

So wordless I 

Let my heart be caught



Adopt the posture

Let hands be raised

Let life be rendered

In ceaseless praise

Let all I am,

Without a noise,

Lift my life 

As my loving voice

That all my deeds

Proclaim your love

Hearts and hands

And head above

Lost in praise

And wordless love






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