The Word for Writers

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The Singer -


When she moved

She moved with a mighty presence

A grand dame of grace divine

With sturdy certainty of old mountain woodcutters;

Rugged souls unyielding in calm certainty

Of such strength that comes over time,

Of patient waiting in His presence

Gradual, tenous and defining

A strength divinely inspired that comes throough

Only patient grappling with faith held in sustenance-



She with grace of divinely inspired lightness

Glibly steps amidst restive masses

She, rendered in statesque proportions

With heft of a mighty mountain

A strong woman, powerful of faith

Inner born sustaining all-



When she sang

It were as though she breathes a stormy calm

A sudden hush, descending, captivating;

A stillness that like tensile tense calm preceeding mighty storm

Shatters noisy boisterousness of crowded places

With piercing tones so sharp

Even most troubled souls are pierced to a stillness

As peace in powereful waves of heavenly presences impresses awareness

Of a coming into being of something divine

A holy presence-



She sang out of places deeply buried in spirit

Of spirit's enablement

Far removed from earthly distractions

She gave adoration out of response

To calls far removed from man's world

Thus, when she sang

Heaven is brought ever closer to earth-



II

In a world removed from worlds

In sumptuous feast of joy unimaginable

Set free from hindrances of tedious earthly existence

In ascendancy to heavenly realms

Opening before enlightened mind set free to worship

She ascends ladders of glorious steps

Into divine presences-



Lips cleansed by fire of holy remonstrance

Removing any lingering vestiges of doubt

Faith awakened to obedience

In obedience free willingly enabled

In obesaince accessed

She bows before store house of songs

Receiving gift of grace

Of songs breathed upon spiritually cleansed

Living fires breathed from Source

Bringing life to hearts of masses gathered in awe-



When she sings;

When she lets loose those pearls of joy

Heaven peels and earth awakens

Angels peek into a place far away

Yet so near,

A smile lifts joy from beneath

From a thousand tired faces joy beams forth

Rising to His Holy presence-



She sings joy of unseen beauty

Of Holy radiance in gatherings of utmost purity

Where the Divine is exhorted and worshiped

Only in voice of a mind borne far from earth

Returning from pearly gates of Heaven with a message in song

Thus, can she burst forth with joy

Her voice filled fufilled in song-



III

Her song is a manifest presence

Of things grand and pure

Her song evocates majestic gloriousness

Of gentle firmness

Grand assurance of certainty

Mighty winds blowing in a voice

Scaling through low notes and shattering high notes

She breaks hardened hearts

Melting them to sorrow of recognition

Redemption's song sung to relief

Relieving burdened soul of weights borne, belabored

Gentle whispering of healing spirit of holiness

A firm arm prodding frail gentleness of purity

Walking these paths of traps-



IV

She wails man's sorrow amidst respledent glory

She breaths a touch of heavenly presence

Upon cold masses gathered

Caught in warm embrace of

Something grand in its wholesome impressiveness

From heavens inspired grace

She showers blessings upon downtrodden masses

From sadness beneath glorious light-

She sings wailing sorrow for divine breakthrough

Knocking on heaven's door for mercy for

A touch of divine compassion for

Befuddled and lost mankind

Whose wandering souls lost in grip of deception

Wanders ainlessly in needless affliction

She brings from heaven's open doors showers of blessing

Healing songs of wondrous praise

That lifts souls long weighted down by severest impositions unjust-



V

Daughter of Heaven

Sent forth to awaken sleeping masses

Birthed in a town that evoked poetry

A soul long in preparation before its Creator

Long before time readied to minister Heaven's mercy

To people in need of redemption

Lost in darkness of worldly existence

From worlds far removed from God's earth

She with her song

Has come to bring weary souls home to relief

In His presence,

Lost souls buffeted by life's storms

In these life which is no life to life are they awakened

Upon solace of song backed by angelic choirs

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