Poem: A Heart-Song to Sing

Down by the meadow brook

Sitting beside that flowing water, sit I.

Within my hands are the pages of a special book,

As I read, I let my heart-song fly.

All of creation around me testifies

Of the greatness of this written word.

The Bible which I read tells me Jesus sanctifies.

I feel a song arise in me, sweetly sung as like a bird.

The early morning daylight sweeps through

As the young doe quenches her thirst beyond the bushes hedge.

The sky is revealed with a clear and breathless blue.

I, like the doe, have come to the water’s edge.

Here in this moment, meditating, I want to be,

Along side the refreshing stream,

Just my Savior and me,

Here in the morning’s new light, with the sunlight’s soft beam.

Gazing in quiet meditation, I’m grateful for everything.

The sunrise, the new day, the birdsong, the breeze.

The bird, the trees, the fresh mountain water softly streaming.

I’ve written a heart-song to sing, for His pleasure to please.

A song written in pictures to my Savior, my King,

Who spoke to the waves and calmed them, be still.

A song for my Master, who has given me everything.

Peace and joy, forgiveness and freedom, and yet I have free will.

Choose as I may, I’m not always correct.

I stumble and fail, crying out to Him and still He is there,

My hand to catch, after I have fallen in a sinful act.

He knows my name and my each and every care.

I do not know a better master, a better king, or a better friend.

God who became flesh, to rescue the sheep, who from the way had turned aside,

So I could spend forever with Him without time or end.

He died for my sin so I could be reconciled and to Him all my personal thoughts I can confide.

He gave me His word, teaching me, training me up

And to learning, growing, deepening my relationship with Him, I’m forever committed to being.

So many beautiful names for one who chose to drink what was meant for me, God’s wrath in that bitter cup.

My Master, my Helper, my Savior, my Friend, my King.

Beautiful Jesus, here I do sit,

With you here with me, in this quiet place.

I know my day will begin in just a short bit.

Your creation is awesome, oh Jesus, look at the fine diamond dewdrops upon the spider’s lace!

All the flowers in the meadow, dancing softly in the wind,

Each one you have dressed with colorful and dazzling gowns.

Even my stained rags, you’ve taken away I’ve found.

Dressed me in white and called me beautiful, your treasure; my joy abounds.

I love my King, my heart-song sings,

A joyful tune that cannot be sung out loud for the words would be lost,

For to my eyes, deep tears abound, for the chorus rings,

The awesome majesty of the King who paid my cost.

(copyright: 5-19-2009)