Why does the world seem to grow silent?
Where have the noises of the world gone?
And why, why has silence seemed to weigh so heavily on my shoulders?
Whencefrom comes the dew of paradise,
The drops that drench my coat?
That seem to fill my back with burdens,
And remind me of the weak one I am?
When order and chaos meet,
And disorder gains the upper hand,
The question I ask myself...
Is why in the world does rain now make me think of this?
Oh Lord, I am stressed...
I must say I miss snow...
I miss the simple reminder of Your love...
...
You know I don't want to be testing You...
But please Lord, can You please spare me a pat on my back?
A touch from You...
It's all I need to move on...
I thank You Lord for all I have,
And I thank You for what I will...
You know I love You,
And I thank You because You will speak to me in the next couple of minutes...
Thanks Abba!
Your son whom You love.