The Poets’ Song 

A Poet is a word of song
An Angel’s dream of hearts to hear
A voice who probed so deep,  so long
Of wisdom higher than our fear  

A Poet lives in every man
A song awaiting to been sung
As words that dwell in silence stand
To be a string . . . A Harp that's strung  

 And when The Hand shall play the cord
Will it be tuned of words within
Shall we await Thy coming,  Lord
To hold back joy . . . To cry out sin  

Or shall we let our music fly
Into the wind to sail with glee
A King as you will not deny
A single note that searches Thee  

The Poet sings of those that live
Before the ears of God to hear
If truthful words are all you give
‘Tis music that He will draw near  

Today’s the Day . . . The Time is Now
Fear not the lonesome melody
For He who teaches us of how
Is God, the Word,  to set you free  

                                       Amen

                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Michael

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