My song is broken, shattered by the screams, the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears. I bend down, bewildered, to pick the notes up off the floor, but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords that […]Read more "My Only Song"
Long the darkness of the skies stretched their lonely shadow. Long the night of shame and lies. Long the ache and sorrow. Soft a voice that speaks that name, heart now beating faster— there! He stands, just as His claim, Lord, Rabboni, Master! – CHORUS See He stands: the Christ who once was slain! Lord […]Read more "See, the Lord of Glory Stands"