Silence can be ugly or beautiful, It can leave you empty or full. When God speaks out of the silence, It is a lion's roar. The oppressed were silent through the violence, But now weeping breaks the stillness of the night, The firstborns did not live to see another dawn of light. After so long, the Messiah they were longing for. Silence is contemplation before the solution. Breaking silence starts a revolution.
Silence is a break from the noise and bustle, It is the empty space, the lost piece from the puzzle. Silence is a chance to exist outside the rushed routine. It is rare, hard to come by, not often seen. Like following a pirate's map, silence is a treasure. Blessed are those who seek it. Silence is a desire, but no way to speak it. Waiting in quiet,(silence is the anticipation) For the sun to rise over the lake or at the seashore. Silence is the rest is musical composition, The period at the end of the sentence. And, it is the comma, the everything left unsaid. Silence is the overwhelming sense of absence, It's when you read between the lines, And discover what's never been read.
Silence is the selah in the Psalms There we are told to be quiet, be still, be calm. To know He is God is the start Of wisdom. In the silence, we give the Lord An opportunity to speak to our hearts, Give Him a chance to minister through His Word. When we don't hear from God for a long time, When our prayers go unanswered, And we are tested and refined. In the silence we learn how better to worship, Besides, silence is a part of any mature relationship.
Silence is a space to think… To dream.. To imagine… To learn… To read… To write… To listen… Silence is a refuge, a way in the day of distress To escape from the chaos like it's a fortress.
Some say silence is the antithesis of sound, But rather voice, language dance all around. But silence is also a dark void, An evil with which many just avoid. Silence is the lack of a voice, And it's the refusal to make a choice. Silence is oppression and slavery, But to in order to ease the mood, Remember it's the sound when the food Is good and oh so savory.
Silence is the loss of a loved one, But also the relief when the day is said and done. Silence is the loss of what could have been said, Or when you bite your tongue, and stay quiet instead. Silence is a lost opportunity, And when the relationship has lost all unity. Silence is a friend who is distant, And you long and long for them to be here. The good news is, silence is never permanent. Silence is the sin, when we lock up our message, The world is dying to hear. Silence is the meditation of the old sage, Silence as a virtue grows in old age. Silence is nothing left to say, Death is the final silence on our last day.
But eternal life is imposed silence erased. Silence is the posture of the Lamb, And in heaven, we will see him face to face. Silence is the martyr's death, Believing through their sacrifice God can Restore and multiply all that they left. Because they refused to be silent, Now they celebrate their victory. Though their end on earth was violent. Silence is the blissful "The End" of the story.
Sound of Waves
I can see the next dune before me, But I can't see into the distance. The fog enshrouds us in mystery So we return to the boats, out of habit, Like a trance. Just like before our lives were changed, We lower the nets, But a journey like ours, no one forgets.
Even still the sound of waves Unceasing remind me. Though the struggle is hard, God's power is more Powerful than the tempest. His love is more vast than the sea. It's reassuring, that's God's thoughts towards me, Outnumber the grains of sand on the shore.
The night grows long and cold. As we wait for the break of day, It's only by the stars we find our way. Feels like the days before we followed, Those days of old. The moon shines just enough illuminate Our empty nets. I remember back to when He and I first met, But now, we fish and fish, and wait.
Though the night is long, The moon gives us proof, Somewhere, the sun still shines on. When hope is feeling aloof, The stars remind me of God's promise To our father. Looking out across the sea, I remember walking on the water.
Now the fog is lifting, As the winds are shifting, And a man is standing by the water, Waiting on the shore. "On your right," he calls out. And the catch we pull up, Is more than we could barter for. "It's the Lord!" John shouts. I had my doubts before But now I know, Love is standing on the shore.
So when our lives are filled with strife, And our souls weighed down with hiraeth, The longing for a home we’ve never been to, But we still somehow miss, Hang on to the promise, Look to the stars, In this novalunosis, That one day we will be in His arms The arms of the Father, in perfect bliss.
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